#539 - planning to live forever

 

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planning to live forever

 

has to begin today

 

by the book

camp pyjamas on the line

here and now I mean

 

long list

(shall I refer you back to the bucket?)

 

the dead are visiting us

unfed in the dream, unkempt

 

it’s all light in this very place which isn’t

(the arrow fallen, the atoms limp)

but the dead have let themselves go

 

ugly statues, know no shame

it was writhe and wriggle out

all excuses

as if they survived the catastrophe

 

forget them!

catastrophe survives

 

in an hour like ours

with the wheel invented

roll and spin

 

some things live forever

o – why can’t I be?

 

come to the game of self

Lethe deeps

 

for just an obol

shade eyes

choose your any day

tilt and start again

#538 - come to the dizzy edge

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come to the dizzy edge

 

say cloud-in-head height

 

no one believes me

          about the drop

          the wolves

          a sky to fall

 

some of them know things have been worse

 

and come to this blind brink

(bones long to break on stone)

 

the water, the air – it’s all our own poison

 

taking this self for a spin

and shall we?

nicotine could do it

too much wine

too much light

 

look down, follow, wobble

 

foot of a tower where the bells

or deeps of organ afoot

castle for cliff

 

bungee

so many wishing to just buy the view

or why not wing it?

 

brink from the deck of a liner – the deep

               weed swell, our own wake

 

everyone else loves the tightrope dash

they know the clock is ticking

 

look down then send

penny for last thoughts

 

the flash before us in the fall

how’d that goat get there?

 

give way to urge

and never waste away

 

piranha limp grim

wobble and sink

 

and shimmy up the windows

a little bird wants in

 

grisly

below see the climbers

the tumble to rocks

 

imagine climbing up out of that pit

just to teeter again like this

 

#537 - after us

 

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after us

 

dance of blind Cyclopes

roof torn away

 

gone crimes of possession, of appetite

reward of wicked deeds live on

 

gone we, whom the storm survived

shelves brushed down

 

every head on fire from a book

here’s the wind at last

 

fruit fallen to dust

music dinosaurs roam

 

four paws, eight legs, wings

glide close after absent

 

it’s Hollywood, snow begins again

sad thoughts, not long

 

how could they be so stuck?

day wild remains

 

silence seen no more

an earworm for a song

 

after us

animal yet

 

ruins of a garden

and a garden grows again

#536 - bush week

 

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bushweek

solstice tune

 

rainy day

   so

 

I built a shed inside my head

that’s where it always starts

 

blue moon

and … what do you say?

here’s Gilgamesh for dust

          (good stead)

heavenly bodies come in

 

I kept the rain in a tank for later

sip and lungful, air to heart

… then have a Captain Cook

 

sacred trust of Sundays all month

 

it was by the lesser light, and the greater

 

I took up a book

fell for the first thing

deeper and down

 

take from a shelf

bicycle, oars by

 

an underworld asphodel

brushes and ink

 

any old mark for a tune

 

then who flew through?

 

steel frame

strew magnets

had the walls in zinc

dusk pinking at the shortest day

 

kept these some few words in mind

 

rainy day blue Sunday moon

 

no catalogue

I took the forest track

           found clearings

  followed along the creek

         till What-May-Hap

 

that was the whole world

  inside out

a downside up and shake

 

it was the map

and not twice the same

 

valley of smoke I had to keep lit

  to winter a while

(snifter, little carouse in fresh digs)

 

simply staying attuned to the new

 

fought my way out of a wet paper bag

had a few friends in for a game

just as we were inventing

fresh precepts and hypotheses

 

a window catches the view

and throws it

mandarin, gully, wild peach

 

had to have dreamt

 

the wattle was coming

out with machete

 

questions arise

just for the hair

 

cat cow camel downward dog

how unpedantic, each

 

do drop in when you have the time

you’ll find me tinkering there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#535 - invisible thinking -- ekphrastic for Hilma af Klint

 

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invisible thinking

ekphrastic for Hilma af Klint

 

they too, so secret, grow

to love from love

 

a flower key

where other worlded

 

won’t call planets

but how else?

 

dove and swan, prefiguring

found mirror deeps, found heights

 

light, dark

spirit and touch

it’s easy to be led along

 

I take the signatures of angels

    fern unfurlings

 

swim of aether up

moss, woods

and the cool

 

habitation

call them all to

 

should you fall to

someone is up through the flowers

from pastel undersea

 

waves Moominalmost

travels in the letter

weather in the map

hands guided past dimension

long winters to work

 

it’s all without looking to see

 

I think some have the colour of bone

 

footsteps trick

what’s another word for

 

hearts and moon

things serpent circle

the underflesh

forever expressed

 

wings of a long since feather fall

sputnik goldnesses

a prism trill

see propellers too

midsummer fans

miniatures, majuscules

orbits pebble and grain

 

we only have the punctuation

 

there is always a vanishing risk  

 

a trip through the books

this life and what she did

           gyre lit

effortless and automatic

 

make up a wall

go back

 

conchrise – call a passion

 

I call it a place of work

 

curlicue planes of

sharp drawn breath

 

no habit but the lived line

no colour but a spirit grief

who ever asked to believe?

 

solen

månen

jorden

 

how the heart comes to this wave in the grass

the head gives up its height

 

the point

the veil

brief arrow

 

so far struck from meaning

but Christmas came to the tree lit

the old ascents serve

 

all this guessing to be

 

it’s play of scale

a temple of where we are

nor will it matter why

 

without the mad colour

no truth