this is not
a poem
tune
into
the view which
sees
things
released from
emotion
and
idea; relinquish –
for a second –
the shifty
strapped-on
aggregates –
excess weight to
experience;
and feel
and think
the glimpse
has it all –
un-
expected un-
controlled
uncreated
found;
the release!!!
where there is
no angst
no plan
no frustration
Lookathis:
the knot
‘round the
bed knob
curves
the papers
on the pin-board
flutter
over
the
fan-heater
then
the door opens –
the light and
extractor fan
of the bedroom
toilet
Deep Breath
I have a headache
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
bedroom wormhole: ‘I asked my Nan to write down her memoirs …’
being wormhole: flow
Hillside wormhole: I’m sorry but
poetry & writing wormhole: could you through me some paper / and a pen please
