H e a v e

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2013, being, bird, childhood, Eglinton Hill, emergence, feeling, garden, height, identity, London, reaching, stone, Thames, trees, weight

 

 

 

                a stone

                I picked it up
                felt the slight weight just enough
                to feel the lift

                ran my thumb over the smooth top
                with salt-traction enough to grip

                to find the lip of the bevelled chip
                to test the arm-loose weight again to

                       H      e     a    v  e

                it straight up
                straight up higher

                higher than an apple tree
                higher than a passing bird
                higher than the downhill lands of London and the Thames

                this is what I can do
                this is what I can be
                and no one would know if only
                I can stay with that

 

 

 

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being wormhole: separate
bird wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
childhood & Eglinton Hill & identity wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
emergence wormhole: just words wiped across a line
garden wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
London wormhole: in desperation and worthless art
stone wormhole: ha ha ha
Thames wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
trees wormhole: start where you are I

 

tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again

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2014, Batman, bedroom, being, bird, birds, birdsong, black, black bat, blue, books, branches, breakdown, breathing, breeze, Brighton, brown, buildings, bus, discernment, identity, path, possibility, reading, tag cloud poem, talking to myself

 

 

 

                between the Batman and the bedroom

                                   are all the possibility of

 

                                                                                 being

 

                                   much like all the discernment between the bird and birds
                                              without getting lost in the song

                                   but beware the long and windy path between black
                                                              the black bat
and blue

 

                                   always remember to read between the books –
                there is many a fall between branches and the open space of breakdown –

                                   and always ground yourself breathing with the breeze

                … especially when insensate in Brighton lost amid the brown brown facades of buildings

 

and never ever forget the moving bus
                                   especially from around the corners

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: wha’
bedroom & brown wormhole: … still waving!
being & talking to myself wormhole: the Big Stage
bird wormhole: looking
birds wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
birdsong wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
black & buildings wormhole: still there?
black bat wormhole: LET’S GO!
blue & books & breeze & reading wormhole: transition
branches wormhole: let
breakdown wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
breathing wormhole: again
Brighton wormhole: new life
bus wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
identity wormhole: shared anxiety
path wormhole; all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance

 

looking

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'scape, 2011, 4*, bird, glasses, looking, roads, roof, streetlight

 

 

 

                                looking

                      over the top of my glasses –
                                wow that’s a big bird
                                on the roof over the road

                      but raising my sight
                                it was a
                                street lamp

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: ‘through the open window …’
glasses wormhole: meditation
looking wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’
roads wormhole: Plumstead Common / Road
roof wormhole: breakfast in bed
streetlight wormhole: snow and incense

 

‘through the open window …’

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'scape, 1993, 4*, bird, hill, Hillside, lorry, open, passing, windows

 

 

 

                      through the open window

                      the bird sings two notes
                      again and again

                      while

                      the lorry drives
                      slowly

                      uphill

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: comicbook morning
hills wormhole: 60 m.p.h.
Hillside & passing wormhole: ‘the mist high in the sky …’
open & windows wormhole: ‘white blossom …’

 

comicbook morning

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'scape, 1994, 5*, bird, black, blue, breakfast, buildings, curtains, Genesta Road, hill, Hillside, house, lemon, lime, morning, music, radio, red, roof, sky, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                              comicbook morning

                           the open curtain the
                           blue sky smeared with
                           red-like brick dust

                           it’s going to be hot
                           like lemon

                           sun on the window frames
                           of the house opposite

                           the solitary bird perched
                           on the roof

                           looking

                           the open window the
                           pneumatic drill
                           has started the
                           business down
                           in the estate and

                           lopping from side to side
                           the newspaper boy pushing
                           the lime-bag trolley
                           followed later
                           up the gentle hill
                           by the black-shorted jogger

                           the open door another
                                     crap
                           sound on the radio
                           sounds sunny anyway then

 

                           breakfast bowls!

 

 

 

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black wormhole: N. …
bird & morning wormholes: chirp / through the window
blue sky wormhole: ‘light blue …’
buildings wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
curtains & lemon wormhole: condensation
Genesta Road wormhole: ‘the open window …’:
hills & music & radio & windows wormhole: Indian music / on the radio
Hillside wormhole: ironing in the sun
house wormhole: loud music
lime wormhole: junk
red wormhole: ‘red ink in the air …’
roof wormhole: quietly
sky wormhole: ‘gnashing …’
sun wormhole: table

 

chirp / through the window

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'scape, 1992, 4*, bird, morning, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                                              chirp
                                              through the window

                                looking

                through the condensation
                                at the

                puddle on the flat roof
                                opposite

                evaporating in wisps

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: sunshine
morning wormhole: bass slap
sun wormhole: ironing in the sun
windows wormhole: morning

 

sunshine

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'scape, 1983, 3*, bird, sea, sun

 

 

 

                                sunshine

                                out from
                the waves a clean black
                                shape swooped through
                the sky and disappeared behind
                                the sea

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: ‘gnashing …’
sea wormhole: ‘in black and white and dark purple …’
sun wormhole: ‘the worm …’

 

‘gnashing …’

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'scape, 1980, 3*, bird, black, buildings, bullfrogs, cars, eyes, green, grey, lamp post, mauve, orange, sky, windows, yellow

 

 

 

                gnashing
grey saw
infiltrating
                the choking emotion of bullfrogs
                gazing

cold blue streetlamp sliding
through the mauve sky
the green kite tangled

                yellow empty windows
the quiet bird soared
                over huge green skyscraper housing a fourteen-storey eye
while slow motion taxi cabs sliced
over the flexed forearm clenched teeth
signal for attention
tinkling car lights wrapped
oily tentacles around my stone shoelaces

sandy grass dunes
love under the sky
reach out and grab the antenna
                skyscraper
                blinking

 

 

 

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bird & sky wormhole: experience of the huge
black wormhole: grain
buildings wormhole: ‘the open-air …’
cars & mauve & windows wormhole: foreign affairs
eyes wormhole: Chenrezig
green & orange wormhole: one mirror
grey wormhole: ‘light blue …’
lamp-post wormhole: 1976
yellow wormhole: ‘our blue soft eyeballs kissed …’

 

experience of the huge

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'scape, 1979, 4*, bird, death, sky, sound, trees, white

 

 

 

                                experience of the huge

                through the trees
                in the sky
                the monolith
                block of stone
                echoed along its
                flank

                a hummm
                between the trees
                                (“cathedral”)
                a bird screamed and
                as it died was
                split by a higher scream
                straight in our faces

                we found a small dead boy
                his lips were huge and swollen
                and pulled back
                to show his large white teeth

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: looking for Lester
death wormhole: bbbrsshhh … sss …
sky wormhole: ‘our blue soft eyeballs kissed …’
sound wormhole: ‘the run of …’
trees wormhole: foreign affairs
white wormhole: one mirror

 

looking for Lester

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'scape, 2012, 5*, bird, Bowie, buildings, cars, city, grey, morning, music, park, review, sky, speech, streets, vermillion, voices, walking, windows

Looking for Lester, on album Black Tie White Noise (1993); David Bowie; … Lester Bowie – trumpet

 

 

 

                                              looking for Lester

                           down the street
                           as the morning wafts

                           off the cornices
                           past the open doors

                           quatrains of lives
                           the upstairs windows

                           still vermillion-grey
                           neighbourhoods shrugged

                           their music rolled
                           off the rooftops

                           the radios start
                           their desperate pattle

                           past the welcome
                           of door-slams start-ups

                           banking overhead
                           not noticed

                                              off somewhere
                           over the dormers

                           down past the park railings
                                     and pigeon calls

                                     lost

                           lost to the crust
                                     of the tarmac

                                     and the relief
                           of the wide
                                     open
                                     junction
                                     green
                                     my turn
                           downhill

                           as radios give weather reports
                           to a million dashboards

                           the uptown buildings
                           become grey and defined
                                     and sink
                                     with each step

 

 

 

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bird wormhole: leaf
buildings & city & park wormhole: daybreak // midday
cars wormhole: bath
grey wormhole: the osteopath
morning & speech wormhole: a night of rum
music wormhole: “…he paced about the bricks with / empty glasses…”
sky wormhole: ‘the sky …’
streets wormhole: biography
vermillion wormhole: roof-top vigil
voices wormhole: vision
windows wormhole: the Bat-parent