#1933 - victim of the world

 

1933

6.107

17.iv.25

victim of the world

 

even a little bottle conspires

it’s green through the glass and darkly

 

I’m falling over with it

falling all the way around

 

the world and it was done to me

climb into climb out of day and night

 

can’t hear you, let me say it again

I hide behind a piano, a car

 

I’m one of those ones day gets up without

don’t blame me, I live in a bottle

 

swim in a bong, I swallow, take in

it’s not so simple, you don’t understand

 

you forget where you are

where you are forgets

 

of course it’s an art to be, to be me

all hearts broken, all bets off

 

I’m the eggshell one, let’s party

you’re like a great dark cloud

 

you’re raining on my party again

always do it, don’t you?

 

say that I’ve said that already?

I’m just coming to the point

 

it’s like the sea, exciting, how we

bob about  … can do no wrong

 

I’m wronged … yes, there are things

I ought … I forget … I know that

 

time is running out … you’re my

behover’s witness… that’s what

 

I’m coming to you through a hole

in the brain … we’re expanding

 

operations there … everything’s

going to fall out soon

 

how will they speak of me gone

as must be?   will it be

 

‘victim of the world’ was?   forget

everything that could

 

there, but for the grace

where the little gods go

 

my back is what they talk behind

it’s what’s happening right now

 

they all find it hard to forgive

how at my brink – catastrophe

 

the world was a big mistake

I know I’m difficult and worry

 

that I worry them… it’s my party

I’m the jinnee, that’s who!

 

bet I can’t squeeze back in there

and stopper me, won’t you?

 

I’m not coming out 

#1932 - all my elephants in the one room

1932

6.106

16.iv.25

all my elephants in the one room

 

land whales!

soaking up drunk puddle

 

tortoise lumber, steroid scale

 

they’re all ears too

four knees, who knew?

 

can really gestate

when they get going

 

think back

think mastodon, think mammoth

(woolly thinking!)

 

notorious elephants

Kipling kind and tender too

 

see them sidle

 

idle chatter

stop off with a castle by tube

way to go

 

all that musth – a boy thing

here’s the trumpet call to

 

a little hindgut fermentation

 

an alphabet of heffalump

a stampede face-off on the spot

 

each blown to own bubble

now taken to tusk

 

amazing you could miss

bad pun

 

loom large in the experiment

tail a monkey swung

 

we’re building an extension for them

 

they seldom wipe their feet

 

grey as day

all nose to blow

 

skin so thick

you won’t make an impression

 

X factor

all of an imagination

 

suits and ties for a mingle

assemble on a graph

 

each has a story though life is larger

clouds weigh much much more to float

 

I go to them for what I’ve forgotten

because, well

tick them off a list

 

just in my case of course

o where would I be without

  

#1931 - I was on a rock

 

1931

6.105

15.iv.25

I was on a rock

 

sea midst, out of sight of land

dizzy bilious with looking

with head up

with flapping my wings

 

and which way was it?

 

the big wave coming

wave bigger than the world

 

all this for foretelling

 

then in a boat I woke

nudging shore

a kind of condo canal

now knowing how

but a hand up

and some conversation

 

cloud bright over

remembering last night

 

steady on

all four paws

 

#1930 - the mongrel pumpkins

 

1930

6.104

14.iv.25

the mongrel pumpkins

 

because I took your picture

 

having come through the dry time

dodged rot too

 

think this my possum lure

 

they scratch raw

        to spoil

 

put out of creature harm’s way

and where to catch the sun

so toughen

 

how thick’s a pumpkin’s skin?

 

all kin, the pedant’s instance – squash

we say pumpkin here

 

I cook

say soup

 

my mongrel pumpkin is become

with onion, spud, and sweet

 

by paprika or stock

with milk of coconut

and carraway’s my secret

 

there! and now I’ve told

 

no scone

but curry could

(I’ve been advised and so should try)

 

one called ‘Patch’

I name them as I name the clouds

 

these all my children here

 

#1929 - I am an open book

 

1929

6.103

13.iv.25

over and above

or

I was an open book

for wise surprise

 

and I am

 

chased a word

about a page

took my chances there

 

and here we make a garden round

 

I like my page unlined

 

one cannot help but

hear the echoes nag

 

they sing across

as bird to wing

or washing hung

 

see how a world lies under the word

another tucked

see where we fly

 

and lay them flat with the others

 

pride swallows whole

the fall’s before

 

we’ve got this in the bag

 

I was an open book

I am

the secret’s in the binding