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Tag: white

promenade: / dual layering

 

 

 

promenade:
dual layering

plain white
trainers planted
slightly astride
head slightly
delayed follow
Euro – pean
phrase – sing

she looks at the grey sea
he looks at the gusted plants

 

 

 

Eastbourne & walking 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
promenade wormhole: promenade
sea wormhole: the sea plant

 

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
breathing wormhole: but there …
reflection wormhole: ‘the Buddha statues …’

 

session

 

 

 

                                                              session

                                there she is
                the unmoving radiator
                                              eternally white …
withherimmaculatelycraftedribsalljustwhitemetalbeforethedeepbluepaintedwall …

                                              … tired
                                raise the eyes a little:

                                                                                              there
                there
                     there
                                                              there
                                                                                 their
                                they’re
                                                              THERE
there

                                              snowflakes

 

 

 

allowing wormhole: the empty page

 

celebrate

written 100911; I just thought I’d like to share with you: I stopped drinking April 2010 and I haven’t had a drop since …

 

 

 

                                           celebrate

just over a year ago I would have bested a good half of sherry while cooking a wholesome stodge of what my family called mud pie

                                           today I sipped
                            pink grapefruit juice while I chopped
                                                          white cloves of garlic
                                           greenish halves of onion into a pot
                with olive oil lid on
                                                          added cubed potato with skins
                                           green celery with cream middle
                            (which I chomped a little – peppery)
                                           whole bottle of passata
                                                          and chick peas
                                                          and a base of adzuki soup –

                            a true fiesta which still
                                                          ended up as mud pie

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: sit. / In. / g …
maroon wormhole: ‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’
pink wormhole: perched

 

1974 – Greens / End Woolwich

 

 

 

                                     1974 – Greens
                                     End Woolwich

                                     grey skies
                           above Wellington Street
                           and bright bowls of white light
                           atop stripey poles at the crossings

                                     grey squares
                           of the department store corner facade
                           plastic headscarf against the
                           drizzle scattered all about the tarmac

                                     red 122A
                           flat-face bus pauses before
                           the neon interior of the
                           carpet store crowdsofpeople

 

 

 

part of >>> years
a street corner of … Woolwich

 

whiter than family

 

 

 

                                whiter than family

                                the thing is it’s
                                what’s there
                                after the wash

                                even if you used
                                the wrong detergent
                                the wrong cycle

                                even if you
                                damaged it it
                                is not the dirt

 

 

 

rear attic / bedroom

 

 

 

                                                      rear attic
                                                      bedroom

                                          in
                           through the
            smallpalepinkflowersonwhiteandbeige curtains
                           shaft of aslant sunlight
                           fanthening strip by strip along
                           the slighty embossed wallpaper
                           of the attic window alcove
                           until the edge of the inward-sloping
                           ceiling

                                          then
                           I whine to be picked out of the cot
                           I worry the railings the catch that holds
                           but don’t understand
                           but no one comes
                           so I notice the walnut record player and radio
                           stored away and standing like a
                           Manhattan apartment building

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
pink wormhole: there
beige wormhole: ‘dirty beige …’

 

sun low / from behind

 

 

 

                                   sun low
                                   from behind

                           between the fir fronds
                           and the pub frontage
                           behind the iron fence
                           and the cluttered yard
                           beneath the redundant antennae
                                   (with a plant growing out
                                    the chimney pot)
                           and the near hooded streetlamp

                           the set-back whitewashed
                           drop of brick-wall
                           each course clear and suggested
                           under the grey sky

 

 

 

radio

 

 

 

                                                                   radio

                                   in one of the outhouses
                                   the green paint wooden door
                                   opened easily when the metal latch
                                   was raised – clack –

                                   petrol-crystal smell
                                   coal bunker dark

                                              adjust
                                              stay

                                   tools hung white-washed wall
                                   rake Wellington boots tea-box

                                   and that was Grandad’s radio
                                   handsome box walnut knots
                                   polished mesh cloth speaker
                                   onoff volume tuner tick-marks
                                   along different levels of realities

                                              unplugged
                                              no electricity
                                              in the outhouses

 

 

 

a scene from >>> Ramsden Heath

 

the Joker’s face

 

 

 

                      even though the light
                      behind the smashed glass
                      as the Batman crashed in
                                was lemon

                      fear was painted white
                      and blue across their
                      elbows and shoulders their
                      hair and hats and creases

                      it was all over
                      the Joker’s face

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
lemon wormhole: twilight
black bat wormhole: Statue of Liberty

 

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