22 June 2025
29 June 2025
unconclusion 2
like, an old man
stops living
real life
ventures into
realms
even
tho‘ much still
hurts, frustrates
delights
there are shadows
on his undeclared
wall
and wraiths
from the unreliable past
are peculiar
with any number
of caricatures of
unbidden disasters
such as family
enemies, friends
the multitude of the normal
necessities of
memories to hold
their backs against their walls
and fight from there
…
bigmister night AGAIN
and ms CANTOR
crazed ululations if only BIRDS could
(squawk) (SQUEAK)
tell me about ALL your songs go on
CONFESS the night is a serial killer
the night’s wife is DEAD her
second idea’s not YET
ready for CUTE words or even
LOUD ones like
LOGO, LODE, LAUGHTER
their fire is the lost IMPORTUNITY of
STRANGERS along
with the sound of the CIMBALON
and tattered feet ACCOMPANY-
ing
it, like
insects FRISKED
in tenements by their MICROBIOTA
they might BREATHE with spiracles and tracheae
but breath on breath FOLD in the expectation of
wild walls AGAINST which the proud imprints
of HUNKERED human backs
are little more than a SYMPHONY
on a thumb DRIVE in my pocket
at a party where NO
innuendo’s HO hum
drums
POUR for
me
…
NOW in any language of REALISM
(the faux heraldry of our time we all have siloed stories like missiles in our hearts)
…
(gently heated)
miniature genitals in a teapot
squirm and in a
coffeepot frogs frark! and
a day begins beings backwards
so i suggest you
- unrecognise these metaphors, don’t reward them
- start again then again – after the fact, that is
- click option n, n+1…
the air is a constant conundrum
you can rely on the tricky stuff
and breathe mostly nitrogen for years
without thinking, otherwise
you’d catch on fire (not really, but look it up)
‘in a teapot’… i exaggerate!
that’s where all the frarking REALLY happens
no pause for breath allowed
alternatively, listen to the wildlife and
- believe it if you can
- don’t believe a sound
- did i say listen?