Dag: 31. august 2018

the sun throws up the corners of the world.
proudly lie down in protest.
as if something were already possible.
 
the world is a white knuckle.
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
small communities are a start.
 
mantra with variations resounds from the screens.
small communities are a start.
beautiful beetles on pins.
 

time is vertical and the sparrows.
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
a woolly hat leaves the hair slick and flat.
 
save the king, offer your horse!
already older, seconds are all that separate.
raise the focus slightly.
 
the enemies don’t know what to do with themselves.
the autumn leaves fade, petrified flames.
look normal!
 

can you think of two or three things you’re looking forward to?
when the rain swamps conversation.
people with foot and mouth.people with foot and mouth.
 
the wind sweeps through the walls.
save the king, offer your horse!save the king, offer your horse!
pure instinct.
 
remember to tap the book (remote control) to change verse!

when the rain drowns out conversation.
remember to tap the book (remote control) to change verse!
to constantly take responsibility for being coherent.
 
you are a simple angel.
to fly kites for the air force
oh, the personal pronoun can be yours.
 
and to all those out travelling, this is for you.
fraught with absence so dive not into me.

in this scornful, ironic light the day precedes the night.
expenditure or investment.
beautiful beetles on pins.
 
i go by my watch.
need opens doors.
the enemies don’t know what to do with themselves.
 
the enemies don’t know what to do with themselves.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.
the big winners have been man’s companions.
 

and the unfamiliar is modelled on the familiar.
awaiting the critical moment.
my nose itches at the mere mention of the word lines.
 
no one saw him follow me.
an air conditioner for the air’s sake.an air conditioner for the air’s sake.
inner emigration to an inner circle of simmering red pears.
 
good as gold, be so bold, lo and behold!good as gold, be so bold, lo and behold!

oh, to dam up moods, lead a fairly a4 life.
an owl sat on the rhino head in a tarn.
not being part of the action, like watching tv.
 
is it all a mystery?
no sign that anyone’s here.
aye, the eye is a lens.
 
nothing green happens around here.
skullcap = icecap.
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
 

and to all those out travelling, this is for you.
from this world to always.
as if something were already possible.as if something were already possible.
 
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
it opens under our feet, nature loves to hide.
in the wind, powerless in the face of words.
 
the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.

*this is designed solely for private consumption*.
the council’s job is to create potential.
the twilight takes a few minutes, smoking out meaning.
 
the boundaries are not clear.
beg for help, beg for mercy, beg for the same again.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
 
time is indebted, elsewhere.
in these circumstances becomes becomes devoid of context, agenda, and open night and day.

no rumbling in the tummy and biding time.
experience is eventually forgotten.
no regrets.
 
interesting words in order are not necessarily interesting words.
unable to wrap your arms round yourself as you would something else.
experience eventually gets squeezed.
 
is it all a mystery?
to code is to control.
nothing is more to you than yourself.