jump start

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2014, 6*, alleys, bodies, exploration, faces, flesh, following, Gran Canaria, holiday, mind, nerve, sea, settling, sun, swimming, Sylvia Plath, thread, vista, waves, writing

                                                jump start

                sun-holiday can’t write
                                wanting to have written
                                                explore new alleyways find new vistas

                                                but the flesh
                is too blurbly and the faces too sneery
                                to settle my mind –

                                                                hanging stalks in the waves
                                                coming ashore
                                not coming ashore clinging to finger butt –

                that I cannot find a thread
and I cannot follow a nerve down to wherever it flinches
                                and tightens

                like Sylvia did in the
                                Letters for a Birthday
                                                at Yaddo

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

faces wormhole: so pleased to see you again
holiday wormhole: forgotten anything
mind wormhole: where it has taken birth / may it not decrease …
sea wormhole: wasted –
settling wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
sun wormhole: the evening
Sylvia Plath wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
waves wormhole: divergent // direction
writing wormhole: reating & wriding

 

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where to find it

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2013, 5*, alleys, ankle, blue, Carol, dust, Leicester, living, looking, love, shops, streets, UB40, walking, white

                                                      (12 Bar)

                           how high
                     can plethora mount
                     and bridge the shop front
                           door?

                           blue writing
                     on white, will we find what we
                     look for in there, shall we go in or wait
                           now we

                           know
                     where to find it? dust in the streets
                     and alleys blows against
                           our ankles

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

blue wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s
C & Leicester & love wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
living wormhole: you fail
looking wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
shops & streets & walking wormhole: to share
white wormhole: promenade