#82 - happy days

22.3.20

82

happy days

here we are in the plague time again

it’s the one between famine and fire

as foretold

and all alive

how otherwise read this?

all these reminders

a world as is

unfictioned

and stranger

as if it had been necessary

to prove it round and one

and here we go again

one sea of air and all joined up

a wash up – smoke, now this

give self a little shake

carpe diem

that’s an order

dance

shoot your own feet

cobwebs grow over the doors and the gates

the car, any aircraft about

pot of gold

you planned to retire with

you may follow it into a deep dark hole

or

turn down the volume

now where were we before?

we can still go out in the sunshine

still breathing

listen

hear your heart

when I am called to the garden

bare hands to battle the weeds

and find the four leaf clover

locate the bee’s knees

here and we’re over the rainbow

flies dropping like humans now

when I am brought to book

dig out the back of the pantry at last

pull the planet out of the box

plenty of time to read the instructions

spill the age and start again

plenty of time to do as you please

time for everything now

enough to be home

to feed on what was

keep my own cobwebs

and window wide

be over the rainbow

safe

and come to the closing

every line could be last

but everywhere is further

now that we can’t go

light gets into little corners still

let a breeze through your head

and gone 

#81 - look at you

21.3.20

81

look at you

for a lullabeast, for Snoozy

in kingdom little

perfect skerrick

furry bounded

cat that got the cream

may I offer

one more cup of sleep

of what is it

I can’t remember?

bowl and sup

panfried, stir

soup deeps －

who lives in there?

bathsworth

just a drowning

a thimbleful

of dream 

#80 - corona-boner

20.3.20

80

corona-boner

it is the fascist’s wet dream

no gatherings of more than one idea

miasma!

here’s dizzy with

blame others

different looking, sounding

trust only a circle of skin

before too late

get in!

a panic

filthy every other is

you wouldn’t want them breathe on you

my otherhanded respiration

that’s sweet life into

make my machine

a drum will beat

make marches

those strong surviving

might I thus rouse you to a whim?

exchange of mucus mine

it’s pure

the little deaths are far away

that’s how I feel with you

and witness, willing, giving

won’t?

yes you will

bend over for

I die

so ejaculated

as in a nineteenth century novel

I die

I spend

the vital essence precious

as in a dream

I will

#79 - for everyone after all

19.3.20

79

for everyone after all

after Holub

thinking of Clark Gormley

everyone I ever met

made me someone else

other than I’d been

better and worse

kind of a marriage with

moment to moment

a marriage with everyone

and might have gone this way

and might have gone that

vast estates under my microscope

every bet I hedged till here I am

or on my way still

gods cursed and all the bolts hurled back

always in trouble

just being myself

between the griefs, my distance

everywhere I went has to have been my home

every house I dreamt where when I am growing up

in every breeze shot through

each bliss was beaten into me

in each tree’s reach

I must have been the bird

the empire in my all extent

and out the window everyone

all the creatures I’ve eaten, crops

and here to save our lives

all the harms I did

joys brought

darling thoughts

all the suns have lit my way

words intended, accidental

in all the soaring, operatic

each shame in which love deepened

truth of the went-by world

all earned

everyone I ever knew

names that placed

the trill and guess again

all these things around and gone

no choice

I call my very own

#78 - how does a thing begin?

18.3.20

78

how does a thing begin?

well it’s been building up inside of me

for I don’t know how long

             – the Beach Boys

in entrails for a confirmation

we have evolved, or will, to it  

one could say all anticipation

rarely up for sun’s rise

consists of

wake in the damps of it

then you know

sweat it out

feed, starve

contagion

consider how the ball bounces

notice other parts are alright

all the cheerful reasons sing

it is bounded at a point however

spectacle, pariah, both

when you recognize phases

know it’s begun

consider the symptoms

they look you over

take temperature and pulse

can’t measure what was always there

wait for a pattern

perhaps there’s none

was business as usual before

(hindsight wonders)

has phases, almost moods

and in its own right

often off the chest or cuff

consider a disarray

it must be made of

for a contrast

puns and rhymes with a family resemblance

the kind that all miscegenate

notice the weather as well

will winter be ready for us?

all come from that place, how else?

lucky lucky bastards breathing

the garden inwardly and sigh

already on the next page

stars fell where it began

I have seen those

tail twitch fellows

come midst

bearing the sunbright

strokes of fresh day

as all unknowing

this chatter in which

cannot even tell

their own names

#77 - under the weather

17.3.20

under the weather

and crumple up, blow

the world’s unwell

I could have told you

you should have known

think of things touched, wiped

we don’t go out

we’re hidden here

have you seen the shadow

on the world’s lungs?

what good a pitch

but fever

upside

less smog

more to breathe

fewer will die this way

once you could shit on the shore

no one would see

the tide would take it away

that’s how few we were

do you know what the world’s come down with then?

I think it must be us

#76 - exit, pursued by a bear

16.3.20

76

exit, pursued by a bear

when we were at the top of the graph

do you remember the view?

it was always something steep ahead

up to the gods

no wonder dizzy

and what goes must come

it was beneath notice then

crops to feed

smoke over which we rose

so much merely assumes

it’s just now we know

that was high fever

rode on the horns

carved steaks as we went

say somersault

and if we took a tumble then

dust off and over

all in the dance

here’s a thread to follow

come through the maze that way

one thing led to another then

when we were well and high and holy

all that we could eke

who knew the world was ice cream

would so soon melt

?

we’d come down with the forever and evers

made a puddle of ourselves

now grim and grit

learn a lesson

make a life of it

water and mulch  

the seeds are there

sure

we’ll see the rocket up