in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell

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'scape, 2013, 8*, attention, Belgium, block, breeze, circular poem, clouds, Ghent, leaf, living, looking, lost, notice, park, path, preoccupied, reaching, searching, seeing, settling, shops, sitting, trees, undergrowth, writing

 

 

 

                                              stuck
                         lost and                         for  something
            preoccupied                                  to write
             and shops                                         I am
            past trees                                             usually plagued
             as I drift                                               by clustered
  I am looking at                                 in the belly-heavy
to see everything                                         Citadel
            stopping me                                  rainclouds Park
        my subconscious                         idling                     a leaf
                                            through                                           new
                                                                              ly fell to                         for the
                                                                        the path                                    constant search
                                                                 the breeze                                           reach for the
                                                     worries the top                                                 more to
                                                          of the trees                                                     deal with
                                                          constantly                                                       more to
                                                          but lets the                                                     they have
                                                        undergrowth                                                  it seems
                                                              settle itself                                             when they reach                                
                                                               comfortably                                      it’s only
                                                                         into its seat                         unnoticed
                                                                                                 alert and

 

 

 

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attention & looking wormhole: Day Out
breeze & clouds & seeing wormhole: weight
circular poem & sitting wormhole: wakeoutofadream
living wormhole: nothing significant
park & path wormhole: the bench
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
settling wormhole: six paramitas
shops wormhole: time travel
trees wormhole: within
writing wormhole: Virginia

 

lonely and free

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2013, 6*, Belgium, Brussels, Channel Tunnel, communication, Driencourt, freedom, Gent, identity, Jack Kerouac, life, London, loneliness, market, phone, power, Power & Persuasion Exhibition, process, propaganda, quote, reading, society, teaching, train, travelling, world

 

 

 

                           journeying to London to Brussels to Gent
                           reading Desolation Angels by lonely Jack

                           stopped off at the power and persuasion
                           exhibition ‘everything is propaganda’ says

                           Driencourt; I don’t remember being persuaded
                           that teaching was process and not relationship

                           propaganda drives the market that we world in
                           power lines bounce from pole to pole

                           earphones curl and hang from phones
                           as the tracks turn off and separate and

                           I plunge into a tunnel to another world
                           lonely                     and                     free

 

 

 

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communication & teaching wormhole: listen willya
identity wormhole: tiling
life wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
London & travelling wormhole: tripping up to / London town
loneliness wormhole: constant hummm
power & world wormhole: Doctor Strange III – the needs of billions
reading wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – autumn
society wormhole: even / a second
train wormhole: train journey // like a branch

 

when in Belgium do as the chocolates do

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2013, bed, Belgium, brown, Carol, chocolate, eating, green, heart, legs, love, nature, panties, red, skin, tongue, walnut, white

 

 

 

            when in Belgium do as the chocolates do

            they’re bad for my heart
                      but anyway

            I enjoyed the red-glazed heart
            with its white-flat base nature
            one bite and the fondant melted free

            then the Green wad of marzipan
            on the dark praline bed
            suffusing with each mulch

            then the block corrugated about and
            glazed flat top and bottom (apart from the nut observation-bubble on top)
            breaks easy like an impossible heli-carrier with all its intricacies inside

            and lastly another heart wrapped dark brown with white topping
            crushed by sheer force of tongue this time
            but soft nougat nevertheless

                      all gone
            it was enough but I
            look around for more anyway and see

            Carol’s legs resting on the bed curving
            slightly at the top into white panties
            and flat belly tanned with fondue sides above the panties

                      something
            good for both our hearts

 

 

 

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brown wormhole: To my Mum
Carol & green wormhole: bougainvillea
love wormhole: plop!
red wormhole: the breath of London
white wormhole: south horizon

 

the continental stride of trains

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'scape, 2013, Belgium, blue, clouds, continent, field, gods, hedge, landscape, passing, power, sky, speed, sun, train, travelling, trees, wind, wind turbines, wires

 

 

 

                                          the continental stride of trains

                                          in the time to traverse the wide field
                                          at 125 mph; one   two   almost three

                                          great turns of the titan blades sending
                                          wires elegaic across the land all tucked

                                          with tree and hedge before the god-
                                          clouds stacked high to low and hovering

                                          impossibly in the blue blue sky with wind-
                                          sculpted indifference and power of sun

 

 

 

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blue & train wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
clouds wormhole: Sunday afternoon
field & hedge & passing & travelling wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
power wormhole: The Godfather III: // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH …
sky wormhole: three musicians
sun wormhole: along
trees wormhole: Railway Crossing, c. 1922-23
wind wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921

 

the peculiar continuum of trains

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2013, Belgium, coffee, embarrasment, head, language, magazine, passing, reading, smile, train, voices

 

 

 

                the peculiar continuum of trains

                                working
                                haltingly
                through the language of a
                short histoire de cunnilingus
                in a French magazine –

                                well it was there! –

                from over my shoulder
                I am asked if I would like
                some more coffee, oh –
                shortest of pauses magdown –
                                yes, please …

                I place my cup on her tray she pours
                two thirds full I add a drop of milk
                … thank you, she continues down
                the aisle a smile warmly bathed
                through the back of her head

 

 

 

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coffee wormhole: start where / you are II
passing wormhole: House by the Railroad, 1925
reading wormhole: Black Rook / in Rainy Weather
smile wormhole: recline
train wormhole: dream 230315
voices wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven