certainly a Captain, / but not America

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1960s, 2016, 5*, America, authority, body, Captain America, eye, freedom, ice, light, movement, questioning, strength, thawing, time, walls, World War

                the body galvanised
                and plastic-strong hung

                for decades, walls of
                ice about his every

                frame, no space to gather
                movement no light to

                raise his eye, worshipped
                by the free who loved

                stature indifferent to
                wanton ministrations,

                thawed, at length, by
                paisley questioning,

                stoic non-authoritarian
                diminution, was released,

                certainly a Captain,
                but not America

 

 

 

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light wormhole: river
time wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
walls wormhole: Batgirl –

 

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I turn to wake up

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2014, 7*, authority, breakdown, Carol, determination, doors, dream, Emily, future, heart, Hillside, home, humiliation, identity, innocence, life, managerialism, neglect, power, presumption, pupils, responsibility, sound, streets, teachers, teaching, time, toilet, uniform, waking

the e-mail that clanked dank in my heart
                the report I hadn’t written
                                for so long, for Emily
[her future all depends on it, poor Emily, she is so innocent and so pretty she deserves all the future she can get and You are neglecting her of it with your own languid longevity] but I will

                                NOT be responsible for future lives
                when I am ill from the presumption which doesn’t let me
even crap in private outside my own backdoor pan-in-the-yard
                they have called for me at my front door
                                with the brusqueness of a uniform
                                                with the presumption of amoral (sic)
                                                                even here
                                                the uniform and the outside toilet in my own house:                
                the humiliation could not be more complete so
I pull the hood of my dressing gown over my head
                and sink out of the dream

                                This Will Not Be

                                                I rouse Carol from
                                                                her own dream
                                                and drift somewhat back to …
                                … pupils all around the street
                                                they
                                                should
                                                not be
                                                there but only I
                of all the teachers in my front room
go out to front and tell them –
                command of my righteousness –
                                that they should not be there they should be BEHIND the house
                                                behind the house
                                but they turn languid
                and run round the corner down the street, they know
they don’t have to listen to me and
                I am powerless because
                                I am ill

                                I am so fed up with this
                                                I turn myself to wake up
                                                                I turn to wake up

 

 

 

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breakdown wormhole: slow enough / to have love
Carol wormhole: St. Mark’s flies flagpole upwards / with the forelegs hanging down obscene / reaching some height blindly to connect / out from the long-stalk tri-separating up- / to-seeded rounds of pod like acacia what / is it called “‘hogweed’ I-don’t-know- / what-it’s-called-but-goats-love-it-and- / it-makes-them-burp-a-lot”
doors & life wormhole: every step I take
dream wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
Hillside wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: dear Lucy
managerialism wormhole: ‘let them slide off …’
power wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
sound & streets wormhole: while
teaching wormhole: dream I // dream II
time wormhole: this time

 

let the dreams / become the ghosts they / always were

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2014, attention, authority, doing, dream, effort, ghosts, identity, legacy, living, meaning, prayer, recognition, self, talking to myself, thinking, world

 

 

 

                                   so much of what I do is
                                   only interesting because I
                                   think I am making a gain
                                   or I think I am solidifying

                                   meaningfully, at last; (dreams
                                   of flashlights and applause)
                                   dreams of legacy and authority
                                   dreams of recognition and

                                   belonging, of being loved
                                   (for what I do and think),
                                   with desperate effort to
                                   ensure my self worthy to

                                   the dream and I end up
                                   the ghost of my own
                                   indifference; please may
                                   I act cleanly: let the dreams

                                   become the ghosts they
                                   always were, dissolved
                                   into the vivid objects of
                                   my attention in the world

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
doing & talking to myself wormhole: tobacco pouch
dream wormhole: dream 260815
ghosts wormhole: truly invisible
identity wormhole: we play / the game
living wormhole: “write, let’s break outta here!”
meaning wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
recognition wormhole: block ‘n’ role
thinking wormhole: out!
world wormhole: sit

 

dream 100213

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2013, 7*, authority, baby, being, breakdown, career, children, dancing, dream, growth, hierarchy, identity, love, society, teaching, waltz

 

 

 

                                              dream 100213

                                   it’s time
     to convene to assemble
                     to jostle and rank the rows and columns
                                   of eternal hierarchy

                                   quick
     gather the children
                     wandering and playing about in an
                                   underground car park

                                   no
     that’s not the way Elder
                     pushing the baby along the slushy ground
                                   it cannot walk you have to

                                   pick the baby up
     hold its eyes with a smile
                     of fresh-morning greeting then hold its back and head
                                   with palms and fingers

                                   careful
     gathered close folding it within your gaze
                     I will carry you little child, the Elder has gone
                                   somewhere else now

                                   I have
     loved you but you are not mine
                     so I will set you down to the front of the gathering
                                   for your rightful parents

                                   we wait
     you look around and wriggle
                     while members comment wisely on your cognitive
                                   and motor development

                                   but
     the event doesn’t happen
                     so we take up partners to dance to the background music
                                   waltzing round and round

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–
being wormhole: the last piece of pop
breakdown & identity & teaching wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
career wormhole: twenty five / year career
dancing wormhole: splish splash squelch
dream wormhole: dream / 240897
love wormhole: muse
society wormhole: the ghost with open wound