as pleases

 

When

your world

is the Ten Thousand Things

 

you hold   The Mudra

     The World Ball

 

              walking around touching things

                   picture tom cutting an onion

                   and look at your lovely pond

          and i love the way nature has reclaimed part of it

 

up high

royal vagabond still be-leaved

the long aching lines of wichita reaching out

though bearded beats to malvern plain’s green fields

brown trees in clumps are more and

                            more i think of the sandwich maker’s bottom

long lines reaching out multi-dimensional 

                       X-beat jazz sun floods it through blue mist holes

 

                                

                             letting it run            open the window

 

        greenfinch     rasp/microwave     rotater

 

                             pigeonlilt in flight

 

                             non-transferable but then wherever

abstract expressionism after han shan

 

that painter

worked for donkey’s years

i have on the walls of my tent

creases wrinkles time

packed away

moiré patterns

wind and sun

angle colour form

 

stars and clusters and james joyce

past redruth on the hill opening

where

 

all these shelves on books

line that you know people

up the social society up in no

particular prefer up and

spot the offspring doing it over and

load the line up and line up long

on digital gizmo eyesight no

Problemo! we follow by feel by remote

                                            Control

have moved away across the floor we have

dances  the very France  and now we stand

in another area                                     Line up

                    lean

lost where

found

           coiled up

           snake

and owl