Celebrations
for Molly's hard core nuptials
come
and go, bringing (finally) sunshine in passing.
There
are only so many mollusc pearls to spare for dead eyes.
Someone's
state of mind reveals itself as entirely self centred.
Someone
else pays a high price for proximity, relationship. Yawn, stretch,
knowing
fame is never just around the corner, foxed by inspiration.
Drifting
boats hit on half-submerged reef.
Agreement
doesn't always mean meek (or fatal) acceptance,
happily
stranded in changes at sea.
Exits
are exposed, then disappear through waking.
Clean
sweeps clear an ancient pattern, crying and hurling first fruit,
one
golden apple, hard to distinguish amidst shaggy branches.
Cast
deep into pools of mud, wits, pebbles.
***
Film,
chapters, extra material
I
Three
colours should be sufficient, lord knows.
The
day has been otherwise fraught.
Recrimination sneaks up on humour.
Choler
is still off the palette. Film,
chapters, extra material.
Five
thousand seven hundred seventy
something, original soundtrack,
wailing
strings. Digital dialling
can be damaging tracked back.
Resist
the urge to travel ass-wise to rouge as a matter for felicitation.
I'll
get back to you—a brilliant smile awaits from a photograph.
II
Violence
of broken glass, of the person who shattered it.
Shards
cut through battered matters of fact, still life.
Pour
forth the way out, understanding pain of exposure.
***
Instead of avoiding us and them, make that the title.
After all, it's just people trying to produce work.
Nothing to do with them and us.
(Green Man appears.)
You can cross now.
***
Tension. Censorship. Pressure.
Atmospheric flack and fallout. Come near in the run up to proximo, preparatory arrangement
for meeting some undisclosed future need, vague legal
document, profound stirring of thought.
Clumsily executed entrechat is enveloped in red gossamer
accoutrement,
precisely reproduced for edification in fine silvery powder,
after something's been burned.
~
Well, says you, it's all dust, signs of danger taken into
account, fully explored.
Bloomfield bowed out, overtaken by seich. It's merely ratio, not to be taken
personally.
***
Sympathy without
context
doesn't
(solo) really cut it. You want to
polish your enlightenment,
fine tune vagabond diminished sevenths, keep tabs on better
than expected reasoning.
~
Hands tremble in
the higher octaves.
Mind-science shudders vapid breath.
Shoot rapid for white water excellence. You only think you want to go wild,
clutch fear.
~
Toss back bland assurance. I have heard cowardice banging on walls.
There's no gift wrapping on cracked description. Shift paradigm (a fraction) for fresh
agitation.
~
Fog descends cool over summer city. Privation makes a heart grow tired,
deliberative.
In the absence of further review, catalogue fills in
retrospective detail,
conversation reduced to meagre or silent on both sides,
under the guise of putting it down hard.
Some conditions are invariable, entangled in past exploit or
lost credentials.
~
Ancient history is unsatisfying, hindsight unfocussed, looking back.
Unable to settle, hearts thump in classical symptoms,
wonderfully recharge,
sing out a timeline of peaks, personally dangerous.
One mis-step means a fall, grace not always extended.
***
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