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
compassion wormhole: returning home
lemon wormhole: sat
olive wormhole: thirst? / hunger?
orange wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp
society wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
