Måned: august 2018

pure instinct.
awaiting the critical moment.
and the unfamiliar is modelled on the familiar.
 
step in the manure of massive combinations.
in step, on foot, under ice-stairs.
the ice throws the light into sharp relief.
 
is it all a mystery? no, only what has no answer.
in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in silence.

you are as resistant to me as antibiotics.
oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.
give us your thoughts and we can create a better experience for you.
 
you usually adorn yourself.
the garden is a chapter.
can you think of two or three things you’re looking forward to?
 
to constantly take responsibility for being coherent.

don’t go longing your life away.don’t go longing your life away.
swimming is your seventh favourite thing.
are you agin, then take your poem and go.
 
the ice throws the light into sharp relief.
endangered species are animals of production.
expression: creation’s still to blame.
 
oh, to dam up moods, lead a fairly a4 life.
goin’ out partying is a blast.

skullcap = icecap.
and to all those out travelling, this is for you.
don’t take the first option for best.
 
in this scornful, ironic light the day precedes the night.
not being part of the action, like watching tv.
the ice throws the light into sharp relief.
 
unusually close to yourself?
nothing is more to you than yourself.
don’t go longing your life away.
 

<3 there’ll be trouble if someone comes.
instagirls posing as the seven senses.
cheers, and here’s to you, my dear.
 
a flying snake.
nah, nah, nah-nah, nah.
are you you or are you i?
 
embodied in babylonian debates.
cheers, and here’s to you, my dear.
unusually close to yourself?
 
to be alone on a break in the cloakroom of civilisation.

are you agin, then take your poem and go.
embodied in babylonian debates.
it opens under our feet, nature loves to hide.
 
shifting voices blow by and into the stillness.shifting voices blow by and into the stillness.
one day to walk on the wind without crutches.
in these circumstances becomes becomes devoid of context, agenda, and open night and day.in these circumstances becomes becomes devoid of context, agenda, and open night and day.
 

you usually adorn yourself.
fraught with absence so dive not into me.fraught with absence so dive not into me.
over and over and over again and again.
 
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
need opens doors.
one can learn to trust one’s gut instinct.
 
when the rain swamps conversation.
oh, my nose pricks at the mere mention of the word lines.

oh, your own unique character is sacred.
everything becomes impossible if you are to realize your doubt.
so you can always just leave, you know.
 
now you have nothing else to give away, say away.
in other words, feelings can get up, come in!in other words, feelings can get up, come in!
the ghosts are breathing our air.
 
forging fresh values in the impossible.

the ice throws the light into sharp relief.
nevertheless, beautiful pictures are actually beautiful.
inner emigration to an inner circle of simmering red pears.
 
one is a refugee for two years.
as hope shatters so winter comes.
in other words, feelings can get up, come in!
 
(your vulnerability is a gift).
give you a word, an aid to thinking: grater.

oh,steal my singing, swinging finch and get gobbled up.
well, shall we go out?
oh, it doesn’t do to tell it like it is.
 
development doesn’t do itself, nor does maturity.
no snow and see it’s not snowing.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
 
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.