dream / 140603

 

 

 

                                          dream
                                          140603

                                we have had another baby

                                I seem to have delivered it
                                          on my own
                                it is Joe born
                                          four years old
                                but older Joe is still alive
                                          somewhere

                                later I deliver
                                          another baby
                                this time a girl but I need help
                                          to cut the
                                          umbilical cord
                                she seems to be Nan
                                          born four years old

                                she asks if she is
                                          going to meet ‘Nanny’
                                excited, wouldn’t it be funny
                                          if she met
                                                      herself

 

 

 

dream wormhole: dream 100213
Nan wormhole: the zen of grandmothers
Joseph wormhole: by

 

‘how beautiful …’

 

 

 

                                                                 how beautiful
                                                       the frizzy ringlet hair
                                                       held in the swept-overhead

                                                       waiting
                                            with a waiting smile
                                            while the mother took her photo
                                            of the child
                                            then smiling with her
                                                       braces

                                            as she places the sandwich
                                   and steps away surveying
                                            the other tables
                                   with her contented old-lady
                                            mouth

 

 

 

… part of: coffee shop poems

 

dream / 240897

 

 

 

                                          dream
                                          240897

                                I am in a corner shop
                                evening gathers inside
                                ending-day-busy streetlights just on
                                a girl and myself waiting to be served
                                quiet       I am seated       waiting

                                the girl is adjusting her shoes
                                adjusting her feet in them
                                drawing them slightly up
                                not fully taking her foot out
                                but enough to see her veined boned feet
                                enough to see the separation of her toes

                                she notices me noticing and moves
                                to another part of the shop to continue adjusting
                                something       I am sorry
                                she has on a yellow dress

                                she comes back to the counter
                                and stands beside me talking
                                to the shopkeeper adjusting her tights now
                                plucking them up raising her dress a little
                                she steps and sits on my lap

                                without talking without referring
                                to me still talking to the shopkeeper
                                clean crumpled yellow cotton neck

                                          oh

                                a little bashful I put my arms around her waist
                                she continues to talk engaged in her business
                                her hands come to rest on my hands on her legs
                                I am embarrassed

                                but she is comfortable in my lap
                                moving and leaning as she talks
                                thank you yellow cotton shoulder

                                now I know what to write
                                now I know what to do
                                now I can breathe
                                deeply                     I could sleep now

 

 

 

dream wormhole: dream / career / 040712
evening wormhole: knees

 

knees

 

 

 

                                              knees

                                setting sun
                                light in the windows
                                behind her a moon-faced
                                girl both hands in high
                                pockets treads carefully
                                on the snow then
                                turns her head to see
                                where the rest are –

                                curtain of hair

 

 

 

evening wormhole: “bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”

 

silence

 

 

 

                                          silence

                                                                      girl sitting next to me

                                in the packed library studying    light
                                holds her breath                          linen
                                halfway down the page              dress
                                places a book out the way          light hairs
                                arm across my notepad              neck
                                shifts holds as she pauses          scalp
                                hair fall as she pencil notes        toe
                                right tail flicks italic lead           points

                is she flirting with me

 

 

 

reading wormhole: calm down

 

‘in the bookshop …’

 

 

 

                                    in the bookshop
                                    bare legs step
                                    around the…
            stop
                                    to check the title
                                                                      poise
                           correct
                                    veins on top of foot …

                                              … release
                           three whole strides back to check
            with Mum
                                    four ‘I love Wilbur Smith,’
                                    stand ‘rather’      - quickly -
                                    ‘I love his books’

 

 

 

oh / my / god

 

 

 

                                oh
                                my
                                god

                     standing on the concourse
                     at Charing Cross her

                     right foot pointing left
                     crossed behind her left foot pointing right
                     leant forward holding

                     the eye contact building the up
                     as the sentence
                     reaches the
                     climax

 

 

 

training

 

 

 

                      training

                      dab
                      eyes right take in
                      what passes out the window
          smoothed on bottom lip

                      dab
                      eyes across take in
                      the chair back
          smooth the bottom lip
                      mouth corners down

                      dab
                      eyes left take in
                      someone talking
          smooth the top lip

                      later on
                      eyes down
                      nail-filing
          eating

 

 

 

train journey

 

 

 

                train journey

                mobile
        phone earphones paper book make-up
                look
        at people past
                your seat
        at fields past
                your window
        the next station is
                Oxted

 

 

 

JJ Cale / in a coffee shop?

 

 

 

                                              JJ Cale
                                   in a coffee shop?

the wide windows
lights coming on early evening piled snow car park indicating turning white
       snow on the hills
a girl leans back on a table looking the other way looking at her phone her
       leggings show the landscape of thighs hips belly while her friend buys
       a coffee a young mother walks the length of the counter restless child carried
       low on her body looking for toilets

this all ought to be beautiful but I need to sit –
because when sitting I should just sit not look for calm-solution
when looking for calm-solution I am not yet sitting
when I see myself looking for calm-solution then I have started sitting
when I look for myself looking for calm-solution I have stopped sitting again

when writing I should just write and not anticipate what and bons mots
when I pre-structure my writing I am not writing I usually sit and stare and
       don’t write much
but neither is writing an automatic flow of words or images at its best it finds
       its own form
I find its form in its writing in writing it it emerges through-amid as the
       crowd of thoughts that are my life but
before the writing is ready I am still alone in the crowd defensive and aggressive
       and not seeing
the beauty in front of me

 

 

 

… part of: coffee shop poems
part of >>> writing and being
evening wormhole: classic