#1918 - rather than imagined gods

 

1918

6.91

1.iv.25

rather than imagined gods

for godsbother / dreambook / wise surprise

 

there’s no word hasn’t been with another

 

that goes for the beginning too

 

a crept up day

month ended

 

you in yours and I in mine

 

the dollars flutter

 

friendly, too

forgetting one’s floor, room, code

 

casino plush, soft furnishings

 

place where you can find me

may

 

one great cigarette burns over the city

tallest of all towers

 

no word was ever lonely

 

but there was our washing pile

a downstairs traipse, a friendly face

 

am I allowed as shadow, ask

 

the cure for words in words

 

flying tackle where we meet

#1917 - a quiet word

 

1917

6.90

31.iii.25

a quiet word

for the dreambook

 

anywhere a dream starts

fold away a world

unclock

 

trust under

follow a nose

dot along, riffworth

branch up

fly

 

and again

someone said

you only imagine

 

it’s in the stilling

patched to breathe

 

some will just sleep through

 

the bark up day

the light let

 

in and in

along our way

 

I, the ant, and you

the ant’s companion

 

it’s like we were always

and never so there

 

it’s just how to begin

ever and over we go

all brink

 

nobody knows us now

 

imagining the unimaginable

 

 

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#1916 - poem for world piano day

 

1916

6.89

30.iii.25

poem for world piano day

to the memory of Bartolomeo Cristofori

 

pebbles in a stream

skulls full of spare teeth police won’t find

see the daylit stars all twinkle

 

and in among the idea shining –

just a few bars –

little thing I dream over again

 

piano smoke to cure a guitar

perverse the age we’re in

 

Gershwin, Jerry Lee, Little Richard

Bill Evans, Chick Corea, Oscar Petersen

pianos fell on them all in the cradle

let’s not forget Fats

 

long neglected notes

sombre shrill far left

where nobody plays

 

Rachmaninoff is typing a memoir

Satie made a little pile in his flat

leapt at it like a madman

died to break your heart  

the piano drove him to it

that long long smile – a taunt

 

it was an attack of the Stravinskies

 

everyone’s getting rid of pianos

 

can’t carry such things to the crossroads

the devil comes to you

 

there’s Liberace, Chopin, moonlight

but most of all there’s Chico

Chico points the way

 

#1915 - haunted by the living

 

1915

6.88

29.iii.25

haunted by the living

 

how they ache into day

and sometimes lost for conversation

just as we imagine

they’re in the words we’ve had

 

they are all could have been

many years since

 

gone and going

are going to be

 

once we were significant

always other though

 

our guess grim

 

turn on the tv when we arrive

that’s to be somewhere else

 

once in a fold self

 

now, a little bitter, how not?

 

one may always think to haunt back

 

that’s involuntary

 

the problem was always listening

a stethoscope and knee tap hammer

 

privately the rain

then no bird flies

no one sings

 

what was will never serve for glory

 

no one said forever

 

forever was always there

#1914 - among these trees to which I belong

 

1914

6.87

28.iii.25

among these trees to which I belong

 

 

eyes up, afoot

where I’m possessed

 

making

as all are

 

in the image

a forest of words just

each a picture or

 

turn one over with a stick

 

see the others under

trudge

look up!

 

take a rise

full the fruit

 

there’s nothing must

 

a flight of song reminding

how often I’m borne off

 

and then no am

no self

no I

 

some question

and it blows away

 

to make a crown of mists

if wander, make it riff

 

look up!

 

to shine the leaf

come sun

come rain

 

a hutch and hide me shy

well slept

 

call it a community

it consists of calls

 

to task, to tribute

to tell out time

 

most you make out

but try

 

then in the air and under

every necessary inch

 

let me assure you

there’s nothing decided

 

we’re up to our next tricks