The slip
into poetic mode
the discourage
meant
of not
being read
the time
scouring by
scalding all
I connected to
cool water
imagined

The clatter
of a cup
in a saucer
put down on
a table
scrape clunk
slip click
i close my eyes
to hear the
stirring inside
and i smell
my mother's
awful instant
coffee tang
I will make
a cup of coffee
and set it on          
my table
the eyes
that see me
that saw me last
were uncertain
and still we had
a cup and both
rattled

When gods play
it may not be
a good day
for the lay
and they
will so

I can hear
the next universe
singing
It is all
I can hear
some days
and I know
I am a note
in a cycle
to there
skint of
time

If I wanted to be
one with everything
I'd accept knowing
you
another nucleus
in this medium
trying to hear
the signal
when we all
act as
one
and I just don't
have confidence
in you
doing that
as you might
be filled
with foolish
vibrations
rather than
good
let that play
interplay
if you hear
a song
there is hope

what am I enough of
and for
been wondering
as it
has not
been
apparent
to me
or
n e one

The addings up
of things
haunts me
sums
of self
laughable
laughably
accumulat
ed
late
er
it will make
cents
and you I will
be ringed out