14th August
where the wind called
I went
corner-corridor (long)-
whisper
following
data to Ether -
binding books with Japanese paper
binding books with Japanese paper
saw Tokyo in the letter box.
Smock frocks
To-Do-Lists not done
pots smell of oranges
palm shadows on the blinds
life
a b-#-major.
add-on
43 minutes 12 seconds -
how was your day?
Trigger the alarm -
Good shot small boy!
Today
14th September 2014
Today I reached again
in dream
the Wall
above the barbed wire
the parapets focused
their steady round:
machine gun toting soldiers,
their eyes on one as bright
as searchlights
in darkness a chilly wind blew
damp death in a shadowed fog
the passers by all stared at one
impassive search lights
the eyes of trench coated men
and women
from darkness to blinding light
and back again
a blinding carousel one rode,
lighting a cupped cigarette
an ironic recognition
and resistance to megaphone voices
Today I saw you again,
down by the junkyard wall
your thick bodied back
half turned from me
the long trench coat dirty and
unbuttoned
with a paranoids nod and covert glance
you snuck looks at me
as you hunched
by the Wall
Writing in the
diamond blue eye cutting light
your hands hung over
and cold
scrawling a notebook
poem
with a blunt construction site pencil
with each syllable
you slighted turned
and from the
Wall
broadcast telepathic visual sounds
I in my turn inscribed
each thick penciled letter
standing atop a favorite area of the
building wreck
the movements of writing
slowly
with frozen fingers
began to sing to me the bleakness of
your winter spaces
in a vertigo you finally looked directly
at me
with a "shock of recognition"
we each went our
separate
opposite
ways along the Wall
Today that same dreamed today
I went to hear your singing
and land-speed record guitar
your oceanic bellowing's your anguished
screams
today I pushed aside thick curtains
eluded gigantic drinking body guards
the barefoot drummer first noticed me
whispering
asked if
if I cd give your
hunched back
beer drinking face again turned from me
Today Bob
I said Bob telepathically
he turned and rose to meet me
his eyes strangely small in big homely face
coming out of the depths to greet me
he
telepathed--you---you're here again
yes
today I said softly
Today you wrote a poem
slouching by the Wall
you seemed to be asking me
today in the dream down by the collapsing Wall
to copy with frozen fingers each harshly
lyric letter
Today I said
I've come to keep my word
Today to give the words back to you
Today he said
what fun we had
Today writing a poem
even written
illegible to myself
Today my fingers shook
and your steady
street loving hands
Kept them safe for me
Today he says softly
Today we met
Today again I am back at the Wall
a German voice harshly gunning warning
words
Today I said Today
have no fear of me
Today i have
come to write down a poem
Take your day's meditations,
set them down
I'm leaving Today
I cannot leave with out giving you your
poem
Today he stared at me--what poem?
Today fear rage
and an odd laughter
came to me--Today, Today--
There I said, there's your poem
Laughter with me today
Yes he laughed today
I could have shot you
And that be another poem
6thSeptember
Today
metamoments persuaded
to bind themselves
into the pages of a book
No Herculean effort
just a willing will.
and the sun shines still
so why not?
Today
16th
September
Today broke in such a way
I thought it evening first
An inner shock to have missed
the bank
errands letters
friends work the phone
Gradually in reverse the time reset
itself
Stars in heavens one navigates by
consolidated in cloud obscured sun
7AM!----not PM!--
Air in room cold, quiet, as leftover
lamb
Gnawing on the bones of awakening
Odd found totemic objects emerge slowly
Adjusting fading dyslexic eyesight
New choreographies appear
The singing of things
Begins
broken scattershot drumming
Among the gathering
muscles, nerves & bones
Bending slowly to papers on the floor
assorted found images,
shadows,
HUNGER's opening pages
walk vividly through the door
the advertisements for shrouds
Hanging in the near empty room
The rocking chair, pencil stub
Luxury of blank paper pages
How many rooms come back
From books letters & life
Move gently, bones!
Thrill softly, nerves!
Make room, memories' roads
For journey of Today
Today 6th September
and
the snow turned grey
the blocks rose and fell to reveal
The Rim.
Our defenses are adapting, evolving
they’re coming
through the breech.
We are no longer viable.
one more chance
or
the programme is dead
the mental wall is authorised
they're prepared to fund you
for one minute
if you surrender.
is it
over?
open the silver box with
the We don’t Need Them’s
work at the station site
the good news -
we can reach
the top of the wall
where lost letters live.
TODAY
This caught my eye,
words ether tumbling
O
So inexactly
a residual anxious fear:
"Thus I worry suddenly I have
losttrack with how to write responses,to stay within the field and rhythms of
our work to gether".
I said
- no - screamed words
to the wind
we
can force the breech to stabilize
and
change its structure
Newton hear me out
for
a second
we
can win
Coz
everyone is different from the next
this
was harvested
they’re
close but not the same
damaged
words
but alive
we
can tap in.
I
could tell
exactly how
to
take a neural surge
your
data on my desk
fortune
favors the brave dude
(that’s
you)
and
we are
the
golden ones
(tarnished).
gypsy
danger
with
a double core
new fluid synapses
with a red bowtie.
The violins are fine tuned, no party frocks in sight.
Are you ok?
I’m not supposed to say anything
but some one broke into the
library.
Mingle please
when all humans are extinct
start up a conversation
you own all
your remaining
minutes
May I take a few
seconds?
How might I own remaining minutes
a few seconds only would I keep
the rest to "read" your eyes
listen to you sing
mingle with you
in castles made of sand
curling toes together
laughing at illegible marks
made by shifting tides
dissolving into a painting shared
push the small button
it’s the passage to
air castles
and leaking paintings
its unlocked
BUT
the phone rang
he didn’t know the number
so he left it
knowing there was
no off -switch.
The car in the driveway was late
very late
in fact the day had passed
the sun had set
and still
the view withered.
she went for a walk
the road had turned winter
the shutters were coming down
and the steps between had broken.
Today
the wind blew so hard
we could topple
over the cliff and drown
in the sea of nations
trying to catch a fragment
a single thought
a grain of sand
a desert storm.
tiny trees I’m trying to grow
caught in their
first gale
cats scatter
leaves fly so high
circles of their own making.
I’m
sorry I should have warned you
you
were tapping
two
fears
the
helplessness
the
hardest part - the silence
in your heart,
when was
the last time you saw it?
double up
two signatures
on their
way
the
breech is opening
again.
Evacuate.
Today
20th
October
okay?
I
said to the airline guy
I’m done here, right?
with
a key stroke
I
can unleash an army
of
falling numbers
tumbling
through space
its
9.30 you told me
I
would get my brain back
at
10.
Any
anomalies
Crying
fits?
come
on!
Sit
down Plato
your
emotions are vital
we
must be certain
that
you remain you
the
insert will always
contain
your human wires
a
security profile
in
protection
a
chemist in common
they
did not know each other
but
now
restricted
irrational academics
can
detonate a stop
from
outside
there’s
a rider out there -
a
huge stable of mules
exposure
of leverage
find
them - they degrade quickly
these
beasts
in
the wars we fight.
Today
6th November 2014.
An accident?
the
city has gone crazy
along
with the people who
helped
rumblings
lights in the ceiling
everything
under wraps
locked
up
keep
your eyes open
the
plot is strange.
give
me a second
there
will be more like me
you
know that?
I
will take my chances
but
apprehension
eating
at the heart of the city
sleeps
within
the
heart of the lawless.
Anything
else?
You
will try eat?
We
wonder - who will defend the boy
biting
his nails with anxiety
before
the fire
unlit
in
windows that remain in shadows.
Today
15th
February 2015
EMERGE
emerge
o
ones who speak
sing
from out the stones' touch
scattered one
shifting ones
the secret
that stars & stones share--
calling out
crying out
for one's touch--
to
caress
loneliness
--they emerge--
and find
one who
finds also back
an uncanny recognition
a rubBEing
Tomorrow is never another yesterday. Wonderful poem, I love it. Well done!
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