Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pigs

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2*, 2018, breathing, haiku, pigs, pink, sound, stillness

                                                pigs

                              not a quiver, in-
                breath, a staccato bark, pink
                     bullets everywhere

 

read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: Tne Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – With Pigs

 

 

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breathing wormhole: THURSDAY by William Carlos Williams
haiku[esque] wormhole: volcanic rock
pink wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
sound wormhole: only
stillness wormhole: getting fat in me old age

 

someone’s got to do it

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2*, 2018, bankers, bullying, management, performance management, public service, retirement, shoulders, teaching

                you didn’t manage me
                you just tried to shove me

                to where you needed me to be
                to get your next pay rise

                while shrugging shoulders
                and blaming the bankers claiming

                someone’s got to do it

 

 

 

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management wormhole: listen willya
performance management wormhole: Teaching career: much like Monet’s ‘Impression: soleil levant’ or, in the long run, de Chirico’s ‘The Red Tower’ — Private
retirement wormhole: so / do I keep on writing now I’ve retired, or … / Rumplestiltskin
teaching wormhole: so where have I got:

 

Coleton Fishacre

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2*, 2015, afterlife, architecture, being, Have, mirror, silver, speech

                Coleton Fishacre

                “When every blessed thing you hold
                  is made of silver … you long for
                  simple pewter”

                silver degenerating
                like an acid scar
                in the bulbous mirror

                “If a man can’t forge
                  his own will whose will
                  can he forge”, apocryphal

                architecturalisation of
                the will to being (molded
                in reproduction)

 

 

 

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architecture & Have wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
being wormhole: amid
mirror wormhole: in verse / question / m a r k ?
silver wormhole: between
speech wormhole: at table 21 in the garden centre thinking to / replicate Hughes’ exercise for Plath about / the Yew Tree

 

addictive

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2*, 2015, addiction, eyes, living, lurch, obligation, purpose

                it’s that damn eyes-
                shut-adrenalin rush-
                lurch out of should
                and purpose that
                congeals addictive

 

 

 

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eyes wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
living wormhole: work
obligation wormhole: Clea

 

duty free // chastened

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2*, 2014, flying, letter, notice, passing, smoking

                I took no notice of the

                         duty free

                goods and gifts trolley
                making wheel-swivel
                progress down the aisle
                until I looked up and saw

 

 

 

 

                in letters bold-to-be-seen
                and yet smugly ignored
                for I do not smoke and
                felt nevertheless suitably

                         chastened

 

 

 

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passing wormhole: is there anything to write?

 

holiday

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2*, 2014, being, doing, haiku, holiday, hope, planning, time

     holiday

                       biggest foil to time
                to self: haemorrhaging of
                  building plan and hope

 

 

 

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being & doing wormhole: h’rk ‘eh ‘heh ‘hair ‘yeah ‘eh?
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
holiday wormhole: jump start
time wormhole: I turn to wake up

 

h’rk ‘eh ‘heh ‘hair ‘yeah ‘eh?

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2*, 2014, being, doing, epiglottal consonants, identity, speech

                h’rk ‘eh ‘heh ‘hair ‘yeah ‘eh?

                uh’ ehkh I was like
                I sed I usedadoo ‘at
                she said oc’ ‘eh ihm nu’ink I
                wuz likh oh m’eye ghodd

 

 

 

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being & speech wormhole: Tara mantras
doing wormhole: work
identity wormhole: I turn to wake up

 

this time

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2*, Charlotte, driving, fields, houses, identity, openness, passing, time, trees

                this                time

                in the back seat
                driven by Dot
                houses through trees
                open fields turning

 

 

 

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Charlotte wormhole: love and precision
identity & time wormhole: dream I // dream II
openness wormhole: such such potential
passing wormhole: pass and / fro
trees wormhole: a nice grey woollen picnic blanket

 

too much in arrival

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2*, 2013, anxiety, arrival, being, cafe, coffee, conservatory, driving, smell, sun, travelling

                     too much in arrival

                     was it the sun-washed
                     matching placemats in
                     the café conservatory

                     or the sharp linger of
                     nervous armpit (not
                     mine) the coffee or the

                     eighty mile drive here
                     that make it impossible
                     to relax my forehead?

 

 

 

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anxiety wormhole: to rescue something
being wormhole: wasted –
coffee & travelling wormhole: prelude: // travel
conservatory wormhole: while
smell wormhole: lost and city ground
sun wormhole: somewhere

 

breathing

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2*, 2013, attention, breathing, circular poem, living, remembering, sitting

                                    breathing
                     that I am …             let us
                   to notice                      spend an
             to remember                  hour or so
                                 remembering

 

yes this is a circular poem because you need to breathe in again after the last breath

 

 

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attention wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
breathing & circular poem wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
living wormhole: Open – All – Ours
sitting wormhole: six paramitas