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Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Gel

I scratch the imaginary surface
Of this spherical agglomeration
Of imaginary nothingness

A space, or repository, formed
By no more than a few deft hand-
Turns and rolling wrist gestures

I am reminded of the mathematics
Of non-Euclidean space
And of Jung's collective unconscious

Theorems always showed the miserable
Limits to my intellectual capacity
Here again I am undone

Instead to write of love and loss
Or love and joy, I engulf myself in the
Wobbly blancmange of indecipherable airs


Monday, 11 August 2014

Wordy Expression

Bus terminals and ticket collections
Endless queues, recurring themes
Always make the same mistake
Again; again without doubt
The red light is aglow
Erogenous
All dreams head
This way it seems
A full-on brown sea
A fuller grey, grey sky
The horizon is lost in mist
Rain beats on the pavement
Today the pier is to be deserted
Crazy golf similarly so abandoned
It is a large room with grand windows
The ingrained tea tray is set with biscuits
I ruminate on the eleven plus examination
It was the high point of my educational life
Thereafter failure on an immense scale
Prior to self excused absconding
On a fairly regular basis


Sunday, 10 August 2014

Half-Way Precise

I meditate
For the one who is
And for the one who is not

I bring a prayer to both
For the one who offers peace
And for the one where lays the ache

In the calm time of rising
I offer to carry their moments
As I imagine a tiller would plant his corn

There on my shoulders
Their vessels are balanced
On the knotted pole that gently rocks

We are together in absence
After many aggregates of time
On journeys now to where quietness sways

I leave this place
This space of the morning
Take my meditation, out into the day

I have hope to dream again
Come the breakthrough of light
Between this day and the day after tomorrow


Saturday, 9 August 2014

Flip-Side

Elegant minimalist words
Clean sans-serif font
Environmentally inspired
Forest management

Slouch
On the chaise-lounge
After a full English
With extra toast


Friday, 8 August 2014

Roll

By page six
You have used
The d word twice
I notice this

Because I too have the d
Like, like, like
As if
As if you cared

For the surf dude
So slim, so sublime
As he rides, strides

The light fantastic
On the rolling crests 

Yet for the first time 
I understand
The need for
Techniques at play

The twists
The forceful skips

Even the neatness
To step aside

Before our wave is spent