‘in my car I pass…’

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2021, 6*, afternoon, billboard, Birmingham, cars, digital, gaze, grey, industry, motorway, passing, sky, smoke, steel, streetlight, sun, sunset, thinking, time, travelling, velcro, William Turner

          in my car I pass
          vehicles and lamps
          under adjoining grey skies

          after neon billboards
          hook my gaze like
          passing velcro

          I lower the blind
          to the afternoon sun
          (although it stays just left),

          no matter, there was
          a single rising twist
          of industry which

          would never conjoin
          with the steely sunset
          as Turner might have it

driving up through Birmingham on the M6 to see my daughter…

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afternoon & travelling wormhole: meanwhile
cars wormhole: riders of the night
grey & smoke wormhole: ‘‘she shook the sweets…’
motorway wormhole: prelude: // travel
passing & sky & sun wormhole: under the blue and blue sky
streetlight wormhole: ‘not sure …’
sunset wormhole: http://boiled spangle with soft centre
thinking wormhole: a far grander / Sangha
time wormhole: Journey

 

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prelude: // travel

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2013, 6*, acceptance, castle, coffee, compassion, doing, driving, dust, field, green, Have, mist, motorway, passing, people, progress, self-compassion, sky, steel, stone, sunlight, tarmac, travelling, waking, wood

                                prelude:

                had a day to myself
                no work to do no family no obligation
                I could have built myself a castle stony to the sky
                but I did nothing to make my mark in the world
                nothing to house
                the sky

                and I felt strangely accepting of that
                a sort-of love really

                                travel

                woke-up stupid lack-slept
                but I have a certain love for myself
                and I get on with last-minute packing

                people, slaves in so many ways to Have
                but I have a certain love for myself
                and can accept us all to suffer our own coffees

                there is steel in all the greens and mist in all the sunlight
                the harvester shaves the field to dust and someone
                burns the wood to waft across the motorway

                but I have a certain love for myself and
                I let them all pass and while the rubber turns
                the tarmac I progress to a destination

 

 

 

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acceptance & sky wormhole: stone
coffee wormhole: magnificent salad
compassion wormhole: so pleased to see you again
doing wormhole: wasted –
field & green wormhole: greedy
Have wormhole: beepbeep
mist wormhole: retirement
motorway wormhole: dawn
passing & travelling wormhole: handsome
people wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
stone wormhole: Salisbury Cathedral // suspended in everything
wood wormhole: the 19th century

 

dawn

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1980, 5*, abandonment, breakfast, cars, dawn, eggs, emergence, fir, motorway, night, passing, radio, sound, streetlight, tea, travelling

 

 

 

                                dawn

                                the cabin-loggy

                                ===============
                               !! bacon-burger bar !!
                                ===============

                                blumbered from the crackly radio

                flat fried eggs blupped onto the bonnet from the tree-lamps
                                down the middle of the motorway

                and as the spikey-fine fir trees flinked some white silliness
                                into my piping-hot tea –

                “Whappo” said the tatty tyres slapping the tarmac
                                over the hills and far away

 

 

 

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abandonment wormhole: ‘“Never,” said the Sandman; / he blinked …’
cars & passing wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
dawn & night & sound & streetlight wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
emergence wormhole: glass
fir wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop
motorway wormhole: we // walk
radio wormhole: King of the World
tea wormhole: smiling
travelling wormhole: sometimes

 

we // walk

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2013, 5*, Carol, cars, evening, Leicester, love, mauve, motorway, roads, shops, sunset, UB40, walking, work

                                              (25%)

                                we
                      come alive in the evening
                      after the work is done
                      and the shops have closed
                      and while the cars queue home

                                walk
                      up the long long road rising
                      pleasantly to the mauve sunset
                      and the motorways reaching

                                in all direction

 

 

 

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C & Leicester & love wormhole: bell
cars wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
evening wormhole: skyline / of the evenings
mauve wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s
motorway wormhole: beep
roads wormhole: flat
shops & walking wormhole: where to find it
sunset wormhole: ruddy pink
work wormhole: just what

 

beep

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'scape, 2010, 4*, evening, grass, hill, motorway, piano, sky, streetlight, white

 

 

 

                                   then in turns
                                   he sent evens
                                   of lights hill-ward
                                   while in the
                                   backyard swayed
                                   leavened con
                                   siderations between
                                   the sky and
                                   saucers under
                                   motorway street
                                   lamps foetal and
                                   resumed amid
                                   grass stalks only
                                   soon evening
                                   came in echoes
                                   edged on the
                                   box slow and
                                   piano-labelled when
                                   only labels slept
                                   encroached by
                                   slight awnings
                                   loaned onto the
                                   other shoulder
                                   branch-blossomed
                                   and lonely white
                                   sky crossed and
                                   quietly antenna-
                                   receiving heart-
                                   beep

 

 

 

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evening wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
grass wormhole: 2nd April 2010:
hills wormhole: ‘at night …’
motorway wormhole: dawn
piano wormhole: 1973
sky wormhole: Seaford / 280310
streetlight wormhole: ‘turning into …’
white wormhole: 1967

 

dawn

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'scape, 1980, 4*, bacon, dawn, divorce, eggs, fir, food, motorway, passing, radio, tea, trees

 

 

 

     dawn

     the cabin
          loggy

                bacon-burger bar

     blumbered from the
          crackly radio

     flat fried eggs
     blupped onto the bonnet
     from the tree-lamps
     down the middle of the motorway

     and as the spikey-fine
          fir trees
     flinked some
          white silliness
     into my piping-hot tea –

     “Whappo” said the
          tatty tyres
     slapping the tarmac

     over the hills and far away

 

 

 

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part of >>> through the crash
dawn wormhole: lifetime
divorce wormhole: midnight
fir wormhole: 1967
motorway & passing wormhole: clown
radio wormhole: comicbook morning
tea wormhole: a cup of tea
trees wormhole: winter / weeks

 

clown

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'scape, 1980, 4*, cars, divorce, faces, glass, motorway, passing, rain, red, smile, wind

 

 

 

          clown

          the rain blew at an angle
          across the motorway
     the leather-clad jackdaw
          turned his smiling face
     and hitched a lift
          from the double-glazing van
     the red lights silently screamed
          as the tinkling glass
          bled red lipstick
          spattered over the
          bridge pillar

 

 

 

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part of >>> through the crash
cars & divorce & glass & rain wormhole: ‘”plink” …’
faces wormhole: ‘the dining room …’
motorway wormhole: ‘dressed in black smiling …’
passing wormhole: ‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’
red wormhole: ‘“blck” “blck” …’
smile wormhole: teen gaze
wind wormhole: car park

 

‘dressed in black smiling …’

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'scape, 1980, 3*, black, haiku, motorway, passing, rain

 

 

 

                       dressed in black smiling
                and stepping from side to side
                  native in the rain

 

 

 

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black wormhole: ‘gnashing …’
haiku(esque) wormhole: radar-blinking
motorway wormhole: ‘the run of …’
passing wormhole: pylon on the hill
rain wormhole: ‘bamboo-smacking …’

 

‘the run of …’

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'scape, 1980, 4*, beige, cars, grass, green, guitar, home, motorway, radio, roads, sound

 

 

 

                                              the run of
                           the motorway

                the smile of
                the curves
                the smell of

                the patch of grass
                at the bottom of
                the road as
                the ball bounced out

                between the cars
                the quiet transistor radio
                the strum of an acoustic guitar

 

 

 

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beige wormhole: grain
cars wormhole: ‘at the traffic lights …’
grass & green wormhole: grasses
guitar wormhole: 1964
motorway wormhole: service station
radio wormhole: early Spring weather and / government standards questions
roads wormhole: text
sound wormhole: condensation

 

service station

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2*, 2010, eyes, Have, motorway, portrait, samsara

 

 

 

                                                           service station

            Have stands by the free table but looks all around
                          before setting the cups down
            Have concentrates at the table –
                          have I Got everything? –
            Have takes a bite then scans the room –
                          head locked – before chewing

 

 

 

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eyes wormhole: loud music
Have & samsara wormhole: to be Have