as

 

 

 

                                              as

                                                              the shadow
                                              windowed and blinded
                                across the conservatory
                crockery in the breeze being cleared from
                                someone’s garden table and
                the plastic clack of a wheelie bin – tomorrow I think

                I notice underneath the ironing board leant against the wall
                                                              a lime cover under a pink
                                              flowered cover under a
                                yellow-duned cover and

                                where the lilac silk
                                              emulsion has caught the reflection
                                                              of the deep blue carpet
                                              it looked
                                metallic

 

 

 

blue wormhole: morning / cloud pass
breeze wormhole: anatta
combe end wormhole: more importantly
conservatory wormhole: thawing
lilac wormhole: William Carlos Williams
lime wormhole: your gold teeth
pink wormhole: two fat ladies / chk klak klip // all the while
shadow wormhole: Peeks at Castleton

 

morning / cloud pass

 

 

 

                                                      morning
                                                      cloud pass

                                   how beautiful: sun
                      full through the window as I sit
                      tinting the white radiator blue I suppose
                      from the blanket around my shoulders
                      and there, to the right, a trinket of light
                      reflected from the spangles in the material
                      around the base of the shrine by my knee I suppose
                      jumping with each slow beat of my heart …

                                                      … back to
                                                      the breath

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: the pocket
blue wormhole: portrait … // … reading
breathing wormhole: but there …
clouds wormhole: tired – diptych
reflection wormhole: ‘the Buddha statues …’

 

Science lesson

 

 

 

                                          Science lesson

                                          the brass tap of the gas
                                          outlet the earthenware
                                          brown of the rubber tube
                                          connection the blue flame
                                          within the Bunsen burner
                                          but through the wide
                                          window so many new
                                          reaches of the silhouette
                                          branches into the
                                          sapphire blue sky

 

 

 

blue sky wormhole: the bench / on the fourth sister from / Birling Gap before the / wind-brushed scrub and gorse / and the grey-blue sky / smoothed through the / fishtank-blue horizon to / grey-green sea
branches wormhole: ‘once upon a quarter century …’
brown wormhole: grammar
Roan school wormhole: ‘the importance of …’

 

portrait … // … reading

 

 

 

                                              portrait …

                                              OK
                                quite a study, this
                                let’s start with the elbow
                                on the empty chair back beside her
                                fingertips cradling her hairline
                                thumb nudge cheek forward
                                lids down – visor down –
                                bulbous over those hungry eyes … twitching,
                                (no, slow down), over the
                                anguline bridge and whufff
                                off the slightly pudgy nose leaving
                                draped cheek and pelmet jowl
                                parted pert by the ‘don’t know what
                                you think you’re looking at’ mouth above
                                the neck-ward stanchions pilloried
                                down between the orange-blue check collars …

                                              … reading

 

 

 

blue & orange wormholes: Birmingham / 030413
C wormhole: possible
coffee wormhole: an event
reading wormhole: accumulation of wisdom

 

the bench / on the fourth sister from / Birling Gap before the / wind-brushed scrub and gorse / and the grey-blue sky / smoothed through the / fishtank-blue horizon to / grey-green sea

 

 

 

                                                              the bench
                                              on the fourth sister from
                                              Birling Gap before the
                                              wind-brushed scrub and gorse
                                              and the grey-blue sky
                                              smoothed through the
                                              fishtank-blue horizon to
                                              grey-green sea

                           one sugared
                           deep purple
                           blackcurrant
                           fruit jelly

 

 

 

bench wormhole: possible
blue sky wormhole: school uniform
Eastbourne wormhole: varnish
horizon wormhole: my life / of others
purple wormhole: 1967
sea wormhole: objective intimacy
stillness wormhole: at the apex
walking wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped

 

Birmingham / 030413

 

 

 

                                                                                 Birmingham
                                                                                          030413

                                          long sleep

            I played with awareness going to sleep
                                                              in sleep
                           a new endeavour
                           new fields to play
                       in new fields to play in everywhere
                       in the very plainness of my life
                       in the very and every ordinariness
                                          of my compromised-‘round
                                                              life
            which I can greet now
                           with lapis highlight
                           with olive horizontal with lemon uprights

                                          ~~O~~

                           met Elizabeth after twenty years
                           hugged her held her face for long seconds
                                          in eye contact … blink
            taken through windy landscapes new architecture
                           flagged stilted overhanging built-in built over
                           experience of everything
                                          packed into one unit
            a lift that choraled ascent to heaven
                           then return to basso profundo
                           and walks under
                                          roads and rail lines and
                           brick raised artful in dustrial legacy
                                          to get a grip
            passing slowly by acute-angle edges of new-office build
                           high redbrick sides of factory crumbled down
                                          from the top and day-speckled
                                                              with no insides

                                          ~~O~~

                                          looking
                           at all the people crossing
            and talking to themselves or their phones
                           to those who misstep and those called to help
                           to those who play with sex like a possession
            and those who practise dance steps by the kerbside concrete balls
                           to those who wear beauty like a halo
            and those who nose-spit on the ground
                                          like a right
                           to those who wear their years like a jawline
            and those who talk to the
                                          corners they sit in
                                          to those who
                           smile upwards with trademarked timelines
                           and all those who do not walk the streets today
                                          there is nothing
            nothing to gain no ideal to realise in all there is to Have
                           but the acceptance of what we all feign
                           to complete ourselves oblivious
                                          to our true nature

                           olive-green and mauve
                           with orange-strip sandwich filling
                           and lemon highlight décor
                           over darkest deep blue wall

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: in a / single / lifetime / sitting
blue wormhole: session
compassion wormhole: returning home
Have & society wormholes: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
lemon wormhole: sat
living wormhole: ‘I can write …’
olive wormhole: thirst? / hunger?
orange wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp

 

school uniform

 

 

 

                           school uniform

                      grass too deep and green
                           to consider colour
                      stick to the tarmac grey
                           and blue to the step
                      and redbrick and flint stone
                           high to the window
                      small and greensky to reflect
                           and then

                      some boys by the ancient oak
                           have found a
                      natural high crouch and count
                           to twenty jump up
                      and someone pulls you tight around
                           the solar plexus
                      prolonged drift before blackout

 

 

 

blue sky wormhole: grammar
Greenwich Park wormhole: ‘the importance of …’
oak wormhole: grammar
Roan school wormhole: grammar

 

grammar

 

 

 

                           deep into the thinnest pages
                           soft as clean-cut sheets opened
                           either side stepped gently to
                           easy at-ten-tion typeface slightly
                           Edwardian-fine disciplined and
                           careers-old always supported by
                           slightly rubbled covers maybe
                           green maybe blue maybe
                           brown and embossed title
                           and publisher’s crest

                           tireless examples of grammar
                           with locating particularities which
                           only knit into a texture of
                           communication when gazing out
                           through the window at the
                           oaks and elms of Greenwich Park
                           and the deep grey skies over London

 

 

 

blue sky wormhole: morning
books wormhole: OK
brown wormhole: celebrate
gold wormhole: grey air
oak wormhole: Eglinton Hill
Roan school wormhole: dream / career / 040712

 

session

 

 

 

                                                              session

                                there she is
                the unmoving radiator
                                              eternally white …
withherimmaculatelycraftedribsalljustwhitemetalbeforethedeepbluepaintedwall …

                                              … tired
                                raise the eyes a little:

                                                                                              there
                there
                     there
                                                              t_here
                                                                                 their
                                they’re
                                                              THERE
t^here

                                              snowflakes

 

 

 

acceptance wormhole: muse
allowing wormhole: the empty page
blue wormhole: chrysalissing

 

chrysalissing

 

 

 

                           chrysalissing

out of a foggy life of past with just
      faint lemon lights of echo
I slightly formed vague and beguiled
      by object and window

out from the shift of role I saw
      that the whole of world
was a turning whale its form clear
      and hideous as it receded

out through the greying blue
      of bequeathed roles
decaying within the dark-wood panelling
      I searched for rooftops and breezes

out through the work to need I conceived
      mechanism sufficient to breathe
but found myself ragged and mumbling on the mauve and olive plane of squander
      ghostly to the machine

in through the tragedy of awkward shoulder oblique with neck and cranium
      and shoals of voice uniformly shifting
I settle back and breathe in through the enveloping odyssey
      homing at last

 

 

 

blue wormhole: an event
breathing wormhole: radiator
breeze wormhole: fresh start
childhood wormhole: mlewis diptych
lemon wormhole: backseat
living wormhole: the rong way wround