4.xi.21
672
2.308
just jamming with myself
quick lyric ending with a senryu
three notes
all of them borrowed
and a spoon to tap
throw voice to the
breeze
and goes for words as
well
stand tiptoe
peering in
body to world
approximate
never let clock creep
in
throw weight about
wonder
continue not knowing
what I’m doing
paint too
it’s the only way
lie nights under a
question mark
like this with language
loosed
I make my own mistakes
and meet my anathemae –
silence, surrender,
belief
I spend half an hour a
day saluting
don’t worry
it’s just the sun
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