#517 - an uninhabited consciousness

 

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an uninhabited consciousness

 

where, one day in the future

a mouse ran into my mind

like ghost in machine

smell them from the word

 

grubs lice bugs

maze it as and where we tread

crawled out of my skin

back in along on their way

          because

rather be elsewhere – an itch!

 

little feet

are living the echo

with mirrors, smoke

patter in the walls

 

shall we say ‘not a one-ness’

much of the head under plaster

pelleted for the roll out

 

whole swallow

turns stroking

unicorn’s other horn

 

wake up to yourself

run echoes eek eek

 

someone’s more though

we’re not there a run in!

    run out!

nor is there light

 

plan for the parallel

and all around my hat

this nibble

beard holding for Ron

 

a rusted wing

tune my tiger

are these required of thought?

 

stay put at the laughter

particular deaths

like pennies drop

 

head is a wheel

mice afoot

who says drainpipe won’t ladder

is paying no attention

 

the song stuck there was

‘don’t that take the rag offen the bush’

 

my mind ran into a mouse

we scuttle all along