a holding hand
seeking to educate the self on other realities a wheel of cheese a smorgasbord some people cannot afford the danger of talking to a stranger
Category: Poetry
weal at the wheel
i will give my feet to you and let you tell lies with each shoe going in a direction i would not go damned inside
consternation not constellation
insanity lulls you to sleep your failing eyes are willing blind every day a choice to rewind through moments where the colour was blue this
and then awoke
separate to white and yolk sometimes you invite a joke are you a flexible kind of bloke? samsara wheel of weal, i spoke on my
close to de kooning
juxtapose de kooning, close the abstract and the push to photographic something static holding movement in its magic something tragic changes it and moves the
if i ever stop
if i ever stop learning the books will stop burning like the love i am returning to the world, which gave it to me construct
plans
there’s a promise there’s a future we talk about and we plan for it life changing life arranging life creating
the see of jazz
the understanding of the self putting the outside on the shelf your spirit is not pelf the machineries of enlightenment self does not frighten me
crawl in tom paulin
i want to crawl in- side tom paulin and speak with his voice and poke at germaine greer while tony parson laughs it’s a choice
three cats deep
nights can be three cats deep beautiful pockets of warmth asleep all that energy locked momentum engine running nights can be easy and uncomplicated and