28.ix.22
996
3.270
I like to lose myself in the work
for ghost writing
‘in the time of the gone’
I like to lose myself in the work
that’s where I like to go
to climb the mountains of the mind
plumb heart’s depths
and search for soul
I like to do some drowning there
and salt the snout with sea
it’s this that
keep a tune in mind
throw in some bright chords
and colour!
call it what you will
take this down –
I’m busy
see me worrying the bone
a game of old habits
fun to go
that’s how I like to be
every day the work’s nearer destruction
who does this remind me with?
have to forget myself there!
I love to skip and run and play
make a general nuisance
am I worthy of the words?
don’t know if I should call it a picture
ask –
have I spoiled the page?
of course!
I love to be gone where no one can find me
in the picture, if you get me?
please don’t come looking though
you should
you could try it too
might bump into you here
there’s no intending
no pills or potions are required
open this window and find yourself
just where you always were
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.