#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 

#1913 - poem at the end of your head

 

1913

6.86

27.iii.25

poem at the end of your head

 

I am a small potato

death is coming fast

 

 

the day before there was a road

I have slept beyond

grown over

 

it’s under a wish where I am

 

time has returned to its shell

stars explode

 

in places where we are broken

revel

 

some days away in a painting as well

down in a tune to sing

 

wake up to it

the night gone out

 

we all forget to delve

to reach and yet

 

the animal sees

to see is to know

 

strokes of the tree are a sky

#1912 - people of the dream

 

1912

6.85

26.iii.25

people of the dream

 

just like me

 

lions on top of the cage

have to be getting some kip

 

the everyday type

let’s say nation

 

eyes wide

inwardly dwelling

 

are all of one oblivion

 

lick here

feel my bump –

that’s us!

 

or in another room

no clothes at all

 

heroic just to relive!

 

faint sky of last stars

stare up from the city

fine haze however

 

you know them

and we’ve never met

 

find them all at home

sat up like Jackie

 

chase any word on

 

celebrity sausage

the pigeon mist for dimming

 

people of the dream are

mad with just what’s there

bright fruit of the coming light

 

finest roots as far as doom

 

so they reach

 

having to believe

just as we are 

#1911 - drinking in

 

1911

6.84

25.iii.25

drinking in

for wise surprise

 

strange time of year

 

fresh out of seasons

 

a day to make and unmake music

 

can’t you see there’s an escape to make?

 

the weather is perpetual here

 

why depict?

it just takes you out of the picture

 

the seen, the heard, felt, touched too

all irrelevant, all past

 

and they may say I am too

 

I am to the moment making

I’d rather be in the blank of when

and go again

 

keep a tin of old housepaint in the shed

just in case

 

drink in my skyful here

 

#1910 - there's the art of not being who you are

 

1910

6.83

24.iii.25

there’s the art of not being who you are

for the sudden gust

 

without which not here to tell

how it changes you

to hide to pretend

to survive

 

the copula

like a tight cap

 

take your pills

 

does it mend

those hates made us?

 

both hands of the future

or as you were

 

how often a voice, a skin, betrays

a certain genital inclination

 

all in the head as well

 

deny it

that the world goes round

 

you know you’ll die from what you did

 

the itch is far far down