#216 - three poems - the one pointed star, everyday foretelling, the harbour

5.viii.20

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three poems

 

the one pointed star

 

a glimmer twink

sideways seen

 

a ladder in the dance

fall here

 

it throws us

wished to bits

 

river run to stone

go gleam

 

‘explosive revelation’

I should say not an easy ending

 

to heights of leaf as feature

where cloud is all to nothing

 

this far years of light still go

 

worm away

run your own rug

believe an angel sent

come late to colour

 

no one thought it up

nevertheless

good for flag for instance

 

would you call this shining?

no point to it at all

 

 

 

an everyday foretelling

 

we will speak to each other

not on paper

neither in stone

but through the empty air

as if the sky were grip of midst

before us on a table

 

hear you hear me

feel my meaning

there when not

 

it will be a regular way

our only time together

 

day begins for so many

with a tune remembered

or shock of night telling

 

likewise in air

from nowhere to nothing

and gone

 

breathing yet

 

cruel truth

lost to crueller lies

 

time comes when no one will touch

not again

even the voice will be covered

 

all the city’s hum go low

fearful each of animal, insect

too small to see our fears

 

enlarge upon them

days untell

 

stall the machine

on stumble unknowing

into what will come

 

here we are

you and I all it with

still the eyes will hold

 

splendid to harbour

 

and under bridge it

cobweb rusting

cranes and towers

still on up

 

foreshore walks

slosh green

sky for an eye

gull with

ark

 

once was a little paradise

by stream in idle hours

bay flew fish

 

but love is up with our old tricks

turn islands by

shoot stars

 

a harbour has its streets too

they are in conversation

 

smell of clouds

through the heads

no one sees disperse

 

wheeling and surge beside

 

even a grey day

float in the glass

sail tilt

trick the hills to tree

 

come coves in spire sandstone

cliff tide told

slow to crag

hawser, chug

and throw a dock for rope

 

there must be a dark floor

to the harbour

weedswept

dreamt down

sunk to be

 

where stars turn over

 

some bright creature

lives to love there

so there will be more

 

 

 

all the green world goes without saying

all the out of doors we do happens for somebody's home 

#215 - in the privacy of my own moment

4.viii.20

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in the privacy of my own moment

 

this is the city with its little moon

grass grows over

 

little scribble

how come

an arrow painted here

we are

 

prison whisper of was

won’t you know it

 

hour for a dizzy spin

not telling

all as far as fetched

 

anything goes

 

it is a glistening

and or shone

play to the vanity of am

 

how and why

 

day comes through

always otherworldly

 

itches like hell in the moment

but who has time to scratch?

 

in panoply

all whisker mitts

 

opened a window out of there

 

was trained up like a vine for this

there are certain signs made over and over

 

clarinets struck

things only take so

you with me?

 

rude saying  

a rabble dare and was

a whistle while

 

it is a thing slipped

we were wrong about this before

 

gone to the line I draw

doddle yet

in the moment

clothes are a wrestle in

 

where I always am

 

jigsaw so we go 

#214 - expressionism (abstract chapter)

3.viii.20

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expressionism (abstract chapter)

as funded by your conqueror

for empire, king and God

 

some say meaning is wherever we go

but you know that can’t be right

 

it’s as in my freedom of navigation

aye aye, well salted

takes me back how I got here

sailed seas of legitimate grievance

unstoppered the sirens’ song

(did they wax?)

heard harpies too

so knew

 

capital is kingly

kingly is as God must do

and now and then will smite

Creation!

 

how white and shining was when pleasured

here slide down up this pole

and lovely silver yours

how have you come to be of this transaction?

indelicate to ask

but it’s my privilege thank me

 

I was a credit card on legs

and lovely wheels

in flight

all everywhere went

I was one of the million in heaven

and on your knees for the fantasy

class of business mile high

at any given time

I know you’ll agree

those were the days

 

as the patriarch’s beard is what colour long?

 

hail me, I’m your emperor

peel me just a little grape too

I know it’s what you want to do

 

read this

here let me help

you’ll love my self-reflective adventures

and check your hair, eyes, etc

all this by my light in the mirror

no one else will mind

lovely skin

be mine

and all the rest is song

 

caucacity - may I just borrow?

have everything else after all

a genius thing

everyone gets it

 

hail!

all my bliss was yours

and won’t it be

just look at this little fellow

perky up and hungry again

can’t blame him

 

your pain casts no shadows here

it’s only a season, hell

 

that surge you must feel now is power

you could light a cigarette off

facts!

viscerality! (driven to abstraction

left there to find a way home

naked, this was hazing)

 

a really truly place

cinematic so

can you feel it?

wear a mask in the bath

loosen lips around this

 

now which voice was it we couldn’t hear?

imagine it could not have been mine

else otherwise

cause loud and clear

this aye aye captain

there is the old irony excuse

leads to a drone strike

 

it’s everyone’s harem fantasy

a truly cosmopolitan place

even the sultan must enter in drag

for a blindfold chase

be mine

glow with

just about here

grab pussy

it wasn’t before

but it’s presidential now

 

you can straw dog

with the same brush tar

but you won’t keep a bad boy down

simply sue them

they will disappear

 

yr sleeping in mine again

so we go down in a winter of tribe

I will call religion freedom

 

here I am and again

cause you can’t see me

 

it is a mission of course

large daub and drunkenly excuse it

cover my tracks well of course

then no one will see where I mean

 

I make it a rule of thumb

and cast light

everywhere we go

 

#213 - who can see out of a trap

2.8.20

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who can see out of a trap?

or

how to

 

…to the other life

and why

 

first lift the teeth off

gently gently

(could snap back again)

 

thy cliché come

thy wonders numb

 

guess around a corner

the air ducts

making your escape

and stealthy

but have to think it first

 

test if it is an envelope

give a little push

 

they’ve stationed these

so many guards in your head

 

the box is thinking out

all walls paper

a hollow of doors

 

you have to be sneaky at this

it’s not for everyone

many stay down

some smell of the rot

 

fire is a lesson in patience

even putting it out

here in the mirror

where we are

 

how to see shackles?

what’s to lose?

 

play the game

play up

 

neck stiff from in the sticks, the stocks?

go cash or buy bonds

how to?

now brown the cows

 

how to get out of the bounded thing?

how to approach a border?

so many ships drown

 

personally seashore it

to after life

get off

 

by second sight

all told

 

eye for an eye

and learn the lesson

under eternity too

 

I am preparing for the outside

go alone to the music

face it

 

one biscuit leads to another

goodly one

 

I & I – that’s my prison

(firm of rastasolictors)

 

back in the deckchairs

peel me a grape

go for a honeyslide

coil

quoits coitus

my concupiscent cup

 

there have to be some missing instructions

 

turn over

lie on your other side

 

 

what can be done?

what is to do?

 

bend your backs and row

we’ve quinquiremed our Nineveh now

who wouldn’t half a chance?

run gamut run

 

I know till vanish in a puff

 

what’s your plan?

 

just cello mellow

deck the trees with fruit

 

wanted a whole wide world for free

took it all to task

 

this cell hasn’t even been padded properly

it’s like I’m in the tube

am what I’ve eaten

 

as swallow

so am devoured

at least the forests

burn with me

 

a whiff of the what will be

all this is the little I ask 

a further glimpse

a peak into the process