1767
5.305
1.xi.24
Scylla, Charybdis
something between me
and sleep
for in early light
it’s happening again
come like the weather
strangers I’m among and one
I think it’s them
the pitchforks, the torches
barn alight
blear bomb fall
often as if the writing might
death randomly and reasoned
building the up against wall
all sing
often for the truth as such
who knows where
we have met the dark
to call the colours on
make that our bright to wake
1766
5.304
31.x.24
spooky action up close
trick or
treat?
very far to be where
after an earworm too
gone as much
as personal
then I will be somewhere else
head heart
of another
more than pattern
this precise come kiss
how faithfully departed all
will you be monster when?
forget how we came
which streets, the costumes
time begins where
someone was always knocking
as in a mirror distance
sometimes one and the same
it’s every entity must wander
or there’s another word
it’s particle makes sparkle whole
life?
it’s just this world so far
but not to be believed
goes for all bodies
like the disagreement with yourself
all souls involved in this
(note
numbering correction, for today and going forward)
1735
5.303
30.x.24
an amazement of the
birds
welcoming self
home
firstly
and later
and still
in the main place
as imagined
stand all my doors
rough world delighting
trumpets out
spiders busy now
better real
home, so called
year almost determined
I try to remember the name of the book
made as much
from scribble from scratch
so my own gathering of dust and words
all these yet to complete
vast expanses
slept as
far and away
young clouds of the day’s first found
and Spring this beginning so
made as much from the telling of light
and all the to do
windows, doors
just then unseen
the wallaby thump
and far in to the day
eyes wide and wider
I keep on dreaming this
1734
5.302
29.x.24
soul
for godsbother
is one of light’s best
tricks
to say the thing is to
believe
it’s what you thought
you heard
got a whiff
there’s no reason at all for
this
that must be in its favour
fits like a....
what does it fit like?
you run on till the tune is
heard
come to a last chord
not thing you’ll say
but there you are
each thing has its own song
all much larger than
the ear required
which means a voice
right rhythm
things vanish
do they?
won’t show
a form you’d recognize
or have the least use for
this goes for you, me, them
as well
but, if not, how persist?
the gone and the going to be
there’s not a single
elsewhere will have us
yet
shadow, echo, one reflects
when seeking vanished things
can’t help
but disappear a little
and all of this implies the
dark
distances are back
all of space is black
there is no power but belief
the only way we know how to
look
it’s not just time there
motion towards, from
around or on
it’s all that matters
dark till now
but for the fires
and the spinning ash
that absence which is almost
all
though infinite in space and
time
from where we have to be
to shine
soul’s our trick of light
1733
5.301
28.x.24
bright it
for David and Richard and Ronald
Gore Cove Track Series
days you need to get into the sun
a hedge trim or more light requires
let the vine tangle round
a lizardly skitter
times you’ll need to vanish
and here’s the track set out
how to!
takes you
some days pressed and ironed
trickle
some take to the track from duty
it always begs a question
larger than the asking
there are certain times of light
or shadow catching cloud
three fast notes over
where the day persists
and best still to come
you must know that
with or without
catch edge enough
often underfoot
shed bark
or let leaves down some days
here where tragedy must strike
because though far away some star explodes
loose gas and rocks become a world
here it’s Planet Earth
where some days do your harbour blue
some days just look up
you’ll call for the rain some days
and it may chase you home
rot down some d
best you can do
how dark forever in no one’s light
there’s the time when you’re the soil
you know this is how it will be
how the turkey comes scratching up behind
and where there are hearts to gladden
all of it gladdens the heart
