#1852 - only in dreams and rudely

 

1852

6.25

25.i.25

only in dreams

rudely

 

it’s only in dreams

we’re with each other

 

a lust as was

far spell to cast

lip to tongue to touch

 

and on

a writhe and get a wriggle on

 

above me and below by turns

how why we are defenceless

 

just in the dark

we are at this

years gone when horizontal

 

rub

tempo rubato

 

it always with the eyes

in a kiss

and conversation

 

though we won’t have any words

but call my name, I’ll come

 

still in my dreams

when you’re there

and if only

 

how so we entangle

 

only now ever in dreams

 

 

 

 

#1851 - absinthe makes anonymous - the green hour

 

1851

6.24

24.i.25

absinthe makes anonymous

the green hour

ekphrastic for Braque’s 1911 ‘Glass of Absinthe’

 

you can guess points of origin

see the pointy end of it

 

I mean where this leads

a glassly dark

cross eyes

 

an end is a point in a way

 

you’ll recognize this street

a swagger

 

wormwood, hyssop and mellisa

 

hard to grasp

but grew on a tree

 

net them or else the birds

will get them

 

I’ll wrestle you for it

wager that

down the hatch

we must prop up the leaning bar

 

there might be a law against it

 

to each other!

George et Pablo

semblables, mon frère

 

drink this

or don’t

they won’t know who we were 

#1850 - pto

 

1850

6.23

23.i.25
pto

for wise surprise

 

I build my page

as if a world   

of error and of trial

 

from finite signs

by whim

and under fire

 

the this the that the all

with daylight to it

another side dark

 

as if a written skin

yet lit

I reach down like the tree

 

touch toes

swim what colours

there are 

#1849 - the old self again

 

1849

6.22

22.i.25

the old self again

 

arriving long before I do

patched up

with day to day

with lists

and all the might of must

 

the empty self

we thought we knew

as mirrored in window glance

so much to do

puffed up with having done

 

the old self

that familiar shape

bodily emboldened

with memory

and thoughtless too

often dwelling on

 

consider the underself, the over

the slink along, sidle up

pass bottle, bong

 

and there is beside my

… strive for rhyme

 

once were no words

 

all these years I am

but once, a name waiting

in the all because

rudely fashioned thus

 

fresh self that was

as fed to sharks

 

as if the way were where we are

trail in and out of the stars of the dream

 

it’s lovely to be lost 

#1848 - living in a parallel universe

 

1848

6.21

21.i.25

living in a parallel universe

inauguration

 

so many if not most have wished

 

where once was great, remember?

 

one imagines two front pages

 

took the wrong road

 

today the Kamala years begin

there was a better world

and why?

 

what did we believe?

 

in the Town of Tantrum

swamp and bubble

to drive the bogeys out

 

as in a book foretold

 

you don’t believe you say

 

all helium puff

and funny tune

the boy’s a big balloon

 

you say you don’t believe

 

but it’s happening

call it real time

 

say, can you see?

smoke clears

the tatters fly yet

 

then the billionaire banquet

with planetfry misogyny

grab pussy while you can

 

out with the others

in with ourselves

make steep the curve

cash up

 

go back to all that never was

there you will bathe in glory

 

who needs everything we fought for?

 

now tyrant, now vendetta

 

as war is my witness

 

ghost never gives up

 

let’s remember what could be

 

blue for a calm sea

red to enrage

 

ah yes, I remember it well

 

one begins to get an inkling

of just how fucked we are  

#1847 - let a little sky beside

1847

6.20

20.i.25

let a little sky beside

 

all this puff and bluster lights

nights and rolls the mill around

 

it’s power where there’s smoke

we choke

 

and why?

we’re sold a pup

 

better take your pet cloud for a ride

it’s coming apart, hang on

 

or why?

all this blue will do

 

here’s between of trees

rhyme breeze

 

the dark shows far

a bright fast car

 

then let’s begin

with bird bespoke

 

a whirr and a whim

and thrup, thurrup

 

let a little sky in

it takes a window up

#1846 - make do

 

1846

6.19

19.i.25

make do

 

with this world

with here and now

with each other

with all as is

and how we are

what we have on

time’s telling

 

a world to the wise

with the far and the few

one foot after another

best first and worst behind

 

sweet blisses

blind ambition

our static hum

 

make do

with what these branches hold

with where the sky falls

 

with whom

withal

without a care

or devils may

 

with our innids

the view

with what we remember

 

with just our blunt instruments

 

a play of shadows meaning sun

 

without a ladder at all