Batman 168

 

 

 

                                          Batman 168

                                on a late Saturday afternoon
                                the Batman was already tired

                                and high up in the redbrick building
                                the will to see the way through the fight

                                was lost and
                                he succumbed

                                to hang in the air awhile with the broken shards of glass
                                above Infantino’s languid city

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
afternoon wormhole: autumn
Infantino wormhole: only

 

only

 

 

 

                                          it was

                                only

                      because the Batman
                      stood high on the cornice
                      by the blackened chimney
                      looking over the city
                      deep grey shrouded in
                      fathomless dark blue

                                … only

                      that the sky was deep pink
                      behind the apricot moon

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
chimney wormhole: crows on the / chimneys / of 40/38
pink wormhole: ruddy pink
Infantino wormhole: biography
apricot wormhole: HA!

 

Woolwich Central – / making life better II

 

 

 

                Woolwich Central –
                making life better II

                outside the sectioned late-Victorian gothic house
                I know how much I cannot be the superhero
                to the voice sustained in high-register vengeance and edge of fear
                let alone the silent voice that sits by the hollow dividing wall
                under the table

                can I rend those walls asunder
                and pike the onslaught with a single glance
                deep into the whorl of flinch and recoil
                of a lifetime?

                can I scoop up the silence and hold it foetal
                forever safe from the division and board
                before the window?

                                can I

                may the pain of scream and the silence of numb
                build the very thirteen floors of open-plan living
                in the centre of the city that they never quite found
                when they first committed their lives together
                for life

                and may all the fear and cower magnify transparent
                exponential to the tangle that pulls it all tight
                into its own relief – the space forever at its heart
                as the space between these words
                that allows them to be read

                thank you

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
Plumstead wormhole: Bonus Books
superhero wormhole: HA!

 

Notre Dame

 

 

 

                           Notre Dame

                           a glimpse –
                      the move from life brought
                      to the certainty of stone –
                      of air that mildly moves
                           the hair
                           across my
                           neck

                           the shift
                      all of it encased largely
                           in stone
                      and tableaux of tragedy
                           and hope
                           over-reached
                           like a gargoyle
                      set to vomit a city

 

 

 

part of … Paris
air wormhole: the figure “46″ / in frosted glass

 

HA!

 

 

 

                HA!

                you thought you had me
                with your tiny patches
                           of dirty ground
                your broken fences your
                           dirty blue cardboard doors

                but I found true apricot
                           skies night-time
                           bridges and
                SUPERHEROES right in
                           your midst

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
apricot wormhole: 1976
superhero wormhole: zero

 

Bonus Books

 

 

 

                                Bonus Books

                     at the end of the walk downhill
                     past walls and roofs and cooking smells
                     and waste land smells and spring day smells
                     and stacks of mags
                     and books and comics smell with
                     quietly deepening dates and numbers
                     and green sky covers with
                     costumed moral question stances

                     all to take back uphill
                     to the tree which reaches to the river
                     to survey the life of the whole city
                     under the future of the moon

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
Plumstead wormhole: coldstreet
Thames wormhole: crows on the / chimneys / of 40/38

 

‘awareness is like a huge arc light CRACK! …’

 

 

 

                      awareness is like a huge arc light CRACK!
                                buzzing powerful unwieldy
                      and I am sitting meditating
                                like a tall building
                      I do not sweep the streets trying
                                to follow a thought
                      I train it wide and still and let
                                the people and cars pass through
                      even those now out of the spotlight
                                I know have passed through

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: while / walking

 

1958

 

 

 

                                                   1958

                                “everybody high nobody
                                  had nothing to say
                                  the high trees
                                  the sky”

                          from Allen Ginsberg’s journals, Paris

 

 

 

contributes to the >>> Allen Ginsberg page
part of … Paris

 

 

Rue de la Bourse de Bruxelles

 

 

 

                           Rue de la Bourse de Bruxelles

                           if a one hundred foot curtain
                           drawn along a whole street
                           hung with fine lace and glazed fruit
                           and the pelmet hung
                           with new life and gods
                           and mirrors below with posed
                           heroic achievements were
                           made of stone it would
                           weigh a thousand tons
                           and exchange the stock
                           of a whole city and more

 

 

 

gothic

 

 

 

                                              gothic

                                              a face of
                                stone emerged from
                                stone between two
                                stone arches

 

 

 

Brussels wormhole: Rue de la Bourse de Bruxelles