#645 - pandementropy

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pandementropy

 

the general aches and itches …

a drowsy numbness… do you get that?

… as though I ought to have a test

 

as though

lay low

and grandpa nap

 

inoculate me more

 

check in to the check in ap

so that you can begin to shop

it’s who we are after all

 

stock up

let’s say it – hoard!

 

mourn time passed

my calendar of never went

blank diary of didn’t do

 

consider a less ambitious target

for instance the front door

 

can’t see the loo

for the paper piled up

 

becomes solo performance

 

red virus blue virus

knit your own

 

a year becomes two

becomes a life

      in pyjamas

my hair becomes a home

 

 

the crazy prophet and the man from overdraft

 

my father ended up in a filing cabinet

not quite, there are some shelves of yellowing

 

they had already removed most of his organs

I don’t mean the pile of ash

but there’s really a lot to read

I make my way through

day by day

sometimes find myself

back at beginning

collecting the addresses

 

deny believe

coax as you will

remember one face in a next

so prove a species of reincarnation

 

I notice the master works missing

 

strikes me how an idea

I must have heard around the house

before I could have understood

now circulates as mine

 

I almost see the room

you’d think I’d remember the floor

looking up

 

it’s good to be reminded

the whisper is always there

of who we are were had to be

 

I am working my way

as I say, through the script

 

call it a drive or a thumb thing, USB

you’ll find me on the end a stick

 

and don’t get the wrong end

                     of the story

you’re here with me
now, after all, as well

it’s all about where we fit in