#1505 - my particular nonsense

 

1505

5.44

13.ii.24

my particular nonsense

for wise surprise

 

our monsters

our selves

we must know the signs

 

and half signs

turnings of a word away

 

a far word

a near

and none at all

 

things no one would ever say

 

curclicue of winter mitts

arise to make mere cloud

 

it’s led on to another

 

the dotting of the eye

the flourish

 

houses, boats, bridges

animal breath

the fisted forest

 

all my own teeth too

 

skies and skies

so a bird may come

 

a bird inside the word

 

every one

a dare to be there

 

still a page of the day going nowhere

 

here are the between truths

mountains

rivers run

 

hieroglycerine!

fuse lit

 

all to blow

 

it’s where we were all along

 

you won’t find a way back to here