‘green plum jam on rye …’

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2015, bread, butter, eating, eggs, Gran Canaria, green, haiku, holiday, jam

 

 

 

                                          green plum jam on rye
                                and butter and a very occasional
                                    egg

 

 

 

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green wormhole: sit
haiku[esque] wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
holiday wormhole: hungry for a thread or two

 

day off

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2013, attention, cleaning, doing, fear, flower, growing, guitar, hope, house, jam, reading, sandwich, self-compassion, talking to myself, writing

 

 

 

                                                              day off

                you could write a piece that quietly chords
                                a lost decade
                or you could play Solitaire and unbelieving
                                lose $5000

                you could read a hundred pages of the most
                                beautiful word
                or play the guitar-line weary in your head again
                                again

                you could clean a house transparent in which to smell
                                a flower
                or fix another jam sandwich to chew over
                                old exchanges but

                whatever you do in hope and whatever you don’t do
                                in fear never
                never let it all slip from your almost-not-watching
                                parent-attention

 

 

 

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

attention wormhole: waiting room
doing wormhole: ‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove / the poem must ride on its own melting’
guitar wormhole: b / l / u / e / s / at a right-angle
house wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
reading wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
talking to myself wormhole: poessay VII: // true revolution
writing wormhole: I could step / more open

 

somewhat // digesting

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2013, antidepressants, being, coffee, eating, green, jam, meaning, writing, yellow

 

 

 

                           I ate the toast with greengage jam
                           I swallowed the pills all bitter to make me well
                           then the coffee in the custard yellow mug

                                     somewhat

                           but mostly only when I wrote about them
                           afterwards looking for the meaning within

                                     digesting

                           it will be good when I have nothing to report
                           and I can eat and ate in one

 

 

 

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being wormhole: poessay VII: // true revolution
coffee & writing wormhole: ‘just popping down / to the shops’
green wormhole: emerged
meaning wormhole: letter 080514
yellow wormhole: … still waving!