moment watch
rain falling in the shadows –
as when you thought
life fall apart –
clear and open spaces
Thursday, 23 July 2009
pitch
pitch
desolate windy waste
it coming in up the valley
from sun going down place
ablaze and bloody
streaks reaching out to us
on the green corner
the chances pitch
amid litter of broken plastic
exposed entrails dark
shadow of hedgerow
what has become unrecognisable
with each throw of the dice
further up the road more trouble
so we count ourselves
fortunate to stand thus
desolate windy waste
it coming in up the valley
from sun going down place
ablaze and bloody
streaks reaching out to us
on the green corner
the chances pitch
amid litter of broken plastic
exposed entrails dark
shadow of hedgerow
what has become unrecognisable
with each throw of the dice
further up the road more trouble
so we count ourselves
fortunate to stand thus
Monday, 20 July 2009
boundaries I & II
dapple
wide white trunk
other’s leaves Flickr
like alicia’s picture her world
map bits of scribble few lots
grown up cracked up impress
write anew
though
thought
gone
the world
buried
under centuries
of
myself
where we lived
before
now raised
‘heretofore unrealised’
This is my own private space (show me yours).
Boundaries (II)
remember the straight
remember the straight
that led to the sea
either side low windswept trees
gnarled and indifferent
my problems growing
the hill always seemed
indecent or man made
we argued over it
my friend laughing at my seriousness
you take it all too seriously he said
and the road sombre
now I see a brighter light at the edges
the sun about to appear after rain
why was it all so wasted so wrapped
in dark hedgerows all the broken
splinters of fragility strewn scare-wise
scattered willy-nilly in our slipstream
i see the long straight road
that led to the sea
either side low windswept trees
gnarled and indifferent
my problems growing
the hill always seemed
indecent or man made
we argued over it
my friend laughing at my seriousness
you take it all too seriously he said
and the road sombre
now I see a brighter light at the edges
the sun about to appear after rain
why was it all so wasted so wrapped
in dark hedgerows all the broken
splinters of fragility strewn scare-wise
scattered willy-nilly in our slipstream
i see the long straight road
the poet cid corman and i
the poet cid corman and i
momentary impressions
where mentors
scribbled on leaves
leaving perhaps
a zero
the modern recluse
swarming on sidewalks
feels the same
disintegration
momentary impressions
where mentors
scribbled on leaves
leaving perhaps
a zero
the modern recluse
swarming on sidewalks
feels the same
disintegration
Saturday, 18 July 2009
he isnt going to say anything about himself
he isnt going to say anything about himself
you’re going to say
you are going to be made to think
things through
with him
or without
take a ride
the ice for a slide
you
are going to disappear
you
might not like
what’s the point of him
telling us
about himself?
what does he know?
what do we understand?
where’s it going
ice
sort of
but not necessarily
so
cold just
the way of reflect
shuns
really tells you [shut]
not much and
are you listening?
you’re going to say
you are going to be made to think
things through
with him
or without
take a ride
the ice for a slide
you
are going to disappear
you
might not like
what’s the point of him
telling us
about himself?
what does he know?
what do we understand?
where’s it going
ice
sort of
but not necessarily
so
cold just
the way of reflect
shuns
really tells you [shut]
not much and
are you listening?
Friday, 17 July 2009
MASTER'S WINDOW BOARDS
PLANET SWOOP DARK PLANET SCORCHED MAP SHEEN
LOVE MOMENT REPAINTED HEAVEN BLISTERING
CHANGED FROM BLUE
ARABIC CALLIGRAPHIC SCRIBBLING IN MOTTLED CORNER
HEN-PECKED DART-INFESTED DARKNESS
GRAINED FLECKS BREEZE RUFFLING SURFACE SEA
MY DIVINE CAPTAIN MOVES ME
MAKE A POINT OF DOING THIS BEING THERE
YOU KNOW WHERE YOU STOOD BEFORE WHEN IT WAS BLUE IT'S BLUE NO LONGER
NOW YOU SLEEP IN STANDING TO VIEW THEM
THEIR VERY CENTRES FOREBODING
THE FUTURE 'CALLE' CALLS THEM
STAND SENTINEL AWAITING EVENTS
TO BECOME NEW WINDOWS TO SEE TOMORROW WHERE I MAYBE SHALL NOT TIME
BOSS MAN RUNNING THE SHOW
DOWN NEW ART FOCUS STREET SPANISH NIGHTS PERHAPS
WE BROADEN OUR FAMILIES TO STRANGE BEHAVIOURS
GLOBALLY WARMED AND TIDES RISE
FOUNTAINS DELIGHT THE CALIPHS RIDE PAST
THE HOODIES SQUINT SPIT IN DUST SHADES I
AM OUT OF TIME
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