#691 - in my head

 

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inside my head

 

I am painting the walls

am tending the trickle

claw hammer run round

infinite details and sobering facts

 

it might as well be a map in my head

they are tearing out walls

xylophanous and who are you?

well met! well met!

 

there is a ferrying of truths

and here we power up

sometimes all the lights –

a strobe star

 

shapes larger than a self

scribble a city standing

it’s not just this world

heard to turn

 

the music is merely continuous

words either side of a thought

inside my head so far

the rose whiff history of family lost

 

round around of day just now

bells rung dream to dream

first loves, last, arguments on

weather vindictive

 

I am over an ache in there

there’s piano none can play

and here are the wings torn off flies

cranks, cogs, someone’s trying

 

too hard, there are mirrors

tribes of left behind

the –ness and the –ism there

heart’s in my head as well

 

keep forgetting on the high

dust shelf and come to

the furthest reaches of time

then play back again

 

outside there’s no am but I

devour all else, am bitten, ride

the big blue, catch the light

from window when, ask

 

how is it with you?