#490 - woken by pun

 

5.v.21

490

2.123

woken by pun

 

swim or set out

 

palette of the moment

a carriage becomes a bus

becomes the good room

 

a forecast habitation

all bets off

 

there’s no one remembering

no one knows where it’s from

 

we’re playing buffoon

in an orchestra  

(Neddy Seagoon surely)

 

in India

no idea where

how many steps each way home

 

a phone rang deep in the dream

and waking here as well

gave wise counsel to the queen out of sorts

she hid in a closet it was reported

there there

but she won’t take advice

 

I was down in the deeps where words won’t 

an open book what else

is where we’re all from

and so on

 

so many places I was in the night

like the cat, the possum

 

each seeking to adorn dark hours

in the bedroom, all consenting

 

all gossip

the bat and the rat, everyone’s talking

 

like the tree, I grew

 

somewhere a zombie walk in the middle

to the necessary – messages there

 

premonition of daylight

 

call to the hours

   they’re gone