#1998 - human

 

1998

6.172

21.vi.25

human

 

so all things foreign to me

 

the flower, the snail

the leaf’s uplift

 

so the creatures fear

 

a crowd of people cheering

 

bliss yet to know

 

idea of running water

music rounding on its prey

 

all news to me

 

on a highway northeast

death, the law

 

days roll up like a rug

 

swim for it, there’ll be a sea

 

sugar up to the very tips

a thing like porridge too

 

the hand a stranger to the switch

 

sticks and stones

the calling of names out of nowhere

the calling of the colours up

 

moon’s bright coin dropped to well

a wish and whose?

 

new switcheroo fresh out of pouch

 

the insect crawl expanse of skin

 

the sitdown bones of pride

 

today and tomorrow – as far from the clock

 

none of these things known

 

one comes with a question to entertain doubt

 

so many ways awry to try

so much upside down

 

armaments run out  

 

the hidden parts – my own inside

 

I have only imagined these stars

 

my next own inkling yours