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a door is
open at the heart
over the clock
a flower grows
were we once
not trees?
a crowd of the
gone pile on just then
in my own
thicket let
you’ll whistle
time seemed not
to be passing
and then it
passed
safest where no
one sees
won’t you
please come in
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from purest
doubt, the poem
for wise
surprise
out of the woods
where things have no name
out of a kind
of oort loud
comes a comet
swing – head fire, tail ice
both ends burning
all sing
or the whole
pond frog
and none know
why
from creviced
recesses least cling
there’s sleep comes
back, as in a dream
just a moment,
all’s changed
cheese moved
and you were
there to witness
there’s nothing
more innocent than a question
keep asking
persistence
drives on
no one knows
what the next line holds
no one knows
yet why we’re here
at a window tap
tapping
out of the
green
why does this
bird want in?
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and the
reality is…
like announcing
the winner
that’s what
they say
as if we’d all
missed it
those big eyes,
the teeth
it’s one of those
somehows
like a coal
dust dial
you can taste
it
that’s what the
reality is
cat of
ninetails too
relentless
we’re
outnumbered
the flood was
never known before
no warning was
received
which bird and
which tree?
they’ll tell
you too
ear to the ground
the world’s a
machine
reality trumps every
fiction
they’ve been
telling me all my life
with actually
this …
and you must
admit …
reality is they
mean ‘surrender!’
they have this
sure and certain knowledge
a kind of magic
pudding
the brat runs
off
the cows came
home
all my life
they’ve been saying ‘get real’
they’ll pinky
swear it
they’ll say ‘honestly’,
honestly they will
they mean this
all quite literally too
that’s gospel
I’m kicking
this can down the road
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Pandora’s
or
how can we
fit ourselves into the day?
this or any
so many signs
for aspiration
rough truths,
such shapes as given rise
light musing upon
thing
then the self
embroiled
awed up and
over
flocks flow
green hillward over
make distance
of the mind
any day’s
improved with silence
here now
stretch and
just a few minutes
ahead of myself
have to tempt
the jinnee back in the bottle
thre’s the ache
and the itch and the inkling
how then act
for the best?
we’d need a
year, a life, no, more
it’s only ever
just step by step
remember where
we are
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my
singularity
the upload
I’m getting
better
faster
gone
and some have
said it – ‘heaven’
won’t we all know
what to do next?
have you
noticed how a flag flies to bits?
the wind and
the sun and time
look into your
own skin
no mirror
required
my avatar
apotheosed
some have wished
a permanence
thought god
that way
thought’s a
train
till the rails
come off
there’s nothing
you’ll have to think then
every idea
decays
worlds will
spin apart
have I mentioned
my uniqueness?
we’ve all had
one of those
I dreamt a baby
crying
it was saying
he/she was
‘change me, can’t
you see
I’m freezing in
this shit and piss –
it’s all my own work
there’s nothing
I can do’
but there will
be no more of that
there’s iron in
shall-we-say soul
let one line
lead to another
they often will
there’s no one
does it quite like me
and that’s for
all time too
it goes for you
I’m getting
better, faster
it’s just as the
end pulls up
then I’ll be in
the clouds
then we’ll be
good as gone
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I have
decided it’s best to hide
everyone’s
saying ‘look at me! look at me!’
they are pursued
by winged monkeys
they are under
the influences
there is some
kind fo a marketing ploy
that’s just where
I close my eyes
not trying for
any god’s attention
it’s not just
this latter day weather
the information’s
at me from all directions
it’s almost as
if I’d have to choose
I have decided
it’s best to hide
to absent
myself certain griefs, conversation
under a rock,
up a tree, in a cave
just pile up
soil and straw, go mulch
none of this
needful
one hears one’s
own heart beat
I have decided
it’s best to hide
is there a
silence left?
then we’re
divided from
ah – the trumpets’
brass blare
the roar of
everywhere machine
it’s safest to keep
your head in the sand
I have decided
to hide in plain sight here
as some few of
you must see
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the blank
just a peek
or
stare in
fix gaze
stare the page
out
till the image
till the words
come
until the poem
will appear
the blank is
heartfel, personal
far down in me
feel it
it’s where
ideas are from
… if there were
such a mirror as soul
have to stare
straight
there are a
thousand distractions
we’re from
there too
come from the
dream
there’s nothing
and you are
who’ll blink
first?
every tablet
needs a good scrub
there’s a broom
to fit every head
the art of
seeing what’s not there
making others see
it too –
that’s what
every shyster spruiks
how cities pour
from the clock
the blank!
it is an
inspiration!
how much can
you cram in there?
how much will
you charge?
be loved
what else is to
believe?
we have to make
the picture ourselves
it’s the first
day of a season here
no one has ever
known
I’m going back
now
… I must leave
you
there’s
something I left in there
… don’t know
what
but we’ll will be needing it soon
it’s never from nothing the blank
I think it’s just where we are
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singing for
the birds
spring poem
season of
another world
a kind of
stretch and rise
to first this Spring
to call the
slant sun on
in a wilderness
of wishes
who’s to know we’re
here?
now dust time
off
and all to do
day flowers
so we have
arrived
I call the
fiction of eternity
there is only
this
be out and make
your midst
green through a
leaf to shine
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another perfect
day in the afterlife
I have a garden
in mind
and wilder
afoot in woods
and ways
at oars
effortless
expect the flimsy
all other days
here uncontained
a picnic
and the picnic
games
well wafted if we’re
here
sunshone
afternoon, a dapple
and a shimmer
a glimmer of
what was
by the great oak
by the plane
at the fountain
it’s every ghost
asks ‘am I here?’
none of this
ever ends
there’s a
statue of myself
all hands on
deck to shape
I will vanish
from the all
just so to be
remembered
it’s all in
your head, you know
we’re deep down
in the book
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thanks to no
one at all
intimations
of eternity
everyone’s
doing me a favour
just being here
just coming
along
take the inanimate
what calm! what
poise!
my role model
consider the
leavings –
how we’re
revealed
birds hear me singing
I take a little sunshine
and call upon the truth
and the word forever –
a little wrestle then –
how long do you think that will last?
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all
bow down
consume,
be silent, die
–
remember that?
and here comes smug money
bold as bold
equal to anything
what a rush to be out, to float
selfless in defenestration
climbing the mountain graph
with the smoke
and with the mirrors
bit of bungee too
there’s a bounce
but money soils itself
just about otherwise colourless
responsibly grey in the gills of the suit
it’s never really looked well
money needs care
may vanish
there’s always been a lot of pretrending
money entertains the biggest delusion
heavenly bodies all go unregarded
must burnish, lick, touch cap, tug forelock
who wouldn’t want in the picture?
everyone’s taking a selfie with money
set the timer countdown
for end of the world
the beautiful towers
all fall down
I give it all
body and soul
won’t you?
know your place
love the machine
and that was my honest day’s toil
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a
blue god
Vishnu
ekphrastic
monkeys and bears
shakti is Lakshmi
tread on a demon
wrestle chaos
you cannot be over-bedecked
here, hold this snake
it’s a tug-o-war
you can’t have too many hands
we make up a picture of what’s yet to come
and this has all already been
there’s a boar, a man-lion
the plough holder
there’s the future’s warrior on horseback
who doesn’t like a nice bit of worship?
can’t have too many avatars
you can’t have too many names
but a good kip in the cosmic ocean
that’s just a typical day
... lotus rise, mud for complexion
who wouldn’t churn an ocean of milk?
rescue fair damsel from the sea floor?
who wouldn’t wear a halo?
here. hold my conch and mace
just give me a moment
a lolling tongue
you have to balance the earth on your tusks
sometimes you’ll need to work around the rules
to get things back on track
seduce a demon for immortality’s sake
every universe needs a protector
this one dances too
Krsna summons the gopis by way of his flute
shakti is Lakshmi
monkeys and bears
you can’t have too many avatars
the ultimate’s always yet to appear
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jetlag
I keep a shadow in a box
often the arbitrary object appears
cylindrical, calendrical
shape of a bucket
no words
I wish
but they will come
I’m fighting off the signs
sometimes I’m a fish
glow with the dawn
try not to let
there’s long before that
we’re stone
all turning
there’ll be frogsong
dim
try not to let the words
who’ll say a day is full of hours
processional as cloud?
touch now the covers
on an isthmus lit by stain
first kookaburra
first train
second
third
tides of light
in out which
such as a shape occurs
a face or
is it worth it?
scratch
shadow boxing
here’s rush of the headlong city
now we’re coming in to land
with a bump
and a bump
and here we are
all days ago that’s now
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the
body is a clock
it takes a breeze to know one
touch of all these hands
we are searching for the night
tribe of us
listening out for it
wherever
even under all these hats
I am always receiving the sky
the rest of us are yet to be eaten
take it for granted
take it as read
all around the walls
dripping
any dark does
the sky of where we are
goes just up till gone
the hand’s now a map of what we have held
you can breathe in a garden
