oblivion, July 31, 2018, 11:45:24 – 11:48:06

make the fear of god from mirrors and rope.
crying can be cleansing.
we did things such as redraw swastikas as windows.
 
shouldn’t you do something sensible?
need opens doors.
kisses bewingéd with hermés’s shoes.
 
recycling just happens.
one is a refugee for two years.
baker’s gonna bake.
 
now look what you’ve done, benign.

oblivion, July 31, 2018, 11:43:40 – 11:45:03

we don’t understand ducks.
as hope shatters so winter comes.
make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.
 
people change size just before they fall asleep.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
makes, grows within,swells,colours.
 
the farmer chews his lip on his way to supper.
humming of the rain when the heavens reel by.
lacking in taste.
 

confrontation, July 30, 2018, 17:06:57 – 17:08:28

let’s all pull ourselves out of this dozy state.let’s all pull ourselves out of this dozy state.
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.
to say sorry for making promises i could not keep
 
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.
the stress only increases with the years.
no sign that anyone’s here.
 

confrontation, July 30, 2018, 16:48:27 – 16:51:43

oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.
the funnies go arse up.
the sun digs coal – no cola!
 
to fly kites for the air forceto fly kites for the air force
let the mind wander and see if it boomerangs.
the sparrows get nothing but crumbs.
 
you are your enemy’s bad habit, a finger up the bum.
shall we slip inside one another?

happenstance, July 30, 2018, 14:25:46 – 14:29:04

beg pardon.
no rumbling in the tummy and biding time.
no more to gain.
 
nb.
in this country people are too rich for change.
the well chuckles at a good story.
 
landscape with hands.landscape with hands.
no sign that anyone’s here.
the big winners have been man’s companions.
 
och!
the sun bobs like old eye in membrane.

confrontation, July 30, 2018, 14:23:53 – 14:25:39

you are fit as anything, lovely as candles going out.
to constantly take responsibility for being coherent.
oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.
 
<3 there’ll be trouble if someone comes.
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.
we can still be plundered.
 
lose one’s spark, be gobsmacked as a toad.

oblivion, July 30, 2018, 14:11:29 – 14:13:27

the enemies don’t know what to do with themselves.
questions remain debt.
the sun throws up the corners of the world.
 
oh, the poem hisses inside me.
to constantly take responsibility for being coherent.
makes, grows within,swells,colours.
 
the world is a white knuckle.
oh, sorry, that’s the bell, gotta go.
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
 

oblivion, July 30, 2018, 13:55:04 – 13:57:24

time rests on its side, come occasionless!
i go by my watch.
temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.
 
the autumn leaves fade, petrified flames.
need opens doors.
landscape with hands.
 
thick as smoke, the fog.
lives are threatened by trivialities.
almost nothing spreads anger like laughter.
 
the biggest questions are not vague.

oblivion, July 30, 2018, 12:55:26 – 12:56:40

the wind sweeps through the walls.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
baker’s gonna bake.
 
makes, grows within,swells,colours.
the sun throws up the corners of the world.
swell with savings before the night.swell with savings before the night.
 
one is a refugee for two years.
the myth of life on earth is a dream come true.

oblivion, July 30, 2018, 12:26:00 – 12:28:26

between the bark and the blazing bonfire.
leaned in to a tree.leaned in to a tree.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
 
we did things such as redraw swastikas as windows.
fog in the head, fog in the heart, fog on the lips.
the finest cow was old clover.
 
the sun throws up the corners of the world.