Look at you   all pantsy Fants and dah Dee la
Itching your teeth  drying your eyes   Wiring Some Cash
       and clicking your camara
                        a baby aimed for the world at large
                                   reformed gormless
                             and clean for fresh intelligence

Look at you   all lancing the breeze and cancer free
Bewitching the trials of your enemies  
financed and careering
a duchess with ease
on the leash of some tremendous villainy

is round, and

round  the table,

the few.



spoke in tongues

of age and wisdom.



smiled the crease

of ages.



so while all is flung apart,

we watched, waited.



we were near the sea.

for just a [world’s-ending] longer

and the sand ripples with approach / in a story about the origins of a land



Possession v. Belonging/ left in the stairwell


an unclaimed thing : the nature of pantheon, revealed.

alongside gestures of despair,

may communicate thought

better. or worse?


so lets  be singular

enjoy our own space,

and be friends, forever.


she says that you

cannot see some people’s souls,

perhaps we need to look harder.


there is a lot going on.

there are a few, those who should tidy,

those who pump and clear, those who

investigate.



water beetles float their legs, paddle

the river, dimpling surface. hang on

the bridge , warming back and watch.

water men wear high visibility, while

the beetle shines black.



we have cut the paths

and planted bluebells.

catching a moment
in a jar

and its gone
before you see it

before you put the lid on
you are lost to a daydream.