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tired – diptych

27 Wednesday Feb 2013

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2012, 6*, Batman, buildings, Catwoman, clouds, distraction, feeling, grey, identity, Joker, mirror, Penguin, people, portrait, Riddler, sleep, sun, teaching, travelling, writing

 

 

 

                                                              tired

                     from sleep
                                   dream about to fight someone
                                                   poke my fingers in his eyes
                                   couldn’t control a class
                     even when angry
                                                   tired
                                   from looking for meaning
                                                              when writing
     drove 150 miles
                                                   nothing magical
                     no gorges of grey cloud
                                   to brace my fresh and steely view
                     sunny day
                                   people stupid
                     all acting lost to their wondrous nature
                                                   I, tired
                     and lost to my wondrous nature through judgement
                                                   stupid stupid stupid

 

                                                      ~ ^o^ ~

 

                                                              the Batman
                                                   is on a mission and a vow
                     absorbed and meticulous
                                   in every activity
                                                   the vow to strike fear
                     the mission to make justice
                                   even if he has to do it himself
     all without knowing his wondrous nature
                                                   at all
                     which cause his shadows and nemeses
                                                              to arise
                                   manifest and garish
                                                   askance and twilight-mirrored across town
                     the Joker – his freedom and adjustment
                                   denied and let wild
                                                   the Riddler – his doubt and guilt
                                   refused and shot with worm
     the Penguin – his child and hurt
                                                   abused and reviled by hope
                     the Catwoman – his love and beauty
                                                                      un-held and awkward to speak

                                   he climbs the outside of buildings
                                                              stupid stupid stupid

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Batman wormhole: umbrella duel
buildings wormhole: the end
clouds wormhole: sunny morning
distraction wormhole: session
grey wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
identity wormhole: zazen
mirror wormhole: ‘small town busy …’
people wormhole: strangers
Riddler wormhole: ‘I am the Riddler …’
sleep wormhole: ‘the smell of gloss paint …’
sun wormhole: ‘set the controls / for the heart of the sun’
teaching wormhole: … someone’s back
travelling wormhole: travelling is fresh
writing wormhole: muse

 

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umbrella duel

30 Sunday Dec 2012

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2012, 4*, Batman, black bat, carnation, cigar, identity, orchid, Penguin, portrait, struggle

 

 

 

                                     umbrella duel

                           but why do we do this
                           the Batman thinks to himself
                           but no – too late – he has
                           forgotten the parry
                           his cape crumpled
                           across his shoulders
                           like a fallen orchid
                           does not flow and express
                           fine truths anymore

                           the Penguin however
                           has held his cigar poised
                           between two gloved fingers ready
                           for its proper time and
                           jabbed without thought or dress
                           as fine as the carnation
                           he insisted on wearing
                           in his lapel this morning

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Batman & black bat wormholes: the Penguin’s trap
identity wormhole: from lost / to open

 

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the Penguin’s trap

09 Friday Nov 2012

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2012, 3*, Batman, black bat, identity, Penguin, yellow

 

 

 

                                the Penguin’s trap

                                “at last
                      you have stepped into my trap”
                                as the Batman fell and fell
                      into the yellow light let open by the trap
                                door arms wide open
                      his cowl resting on his cape a pillow
                                tired and exhausted
                      he gave up to the fall and relaxed

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Batman wormhole: Batman 168
black bat wormhole: the Joker’s face
identity wormhole: ‘I am a secret / superhero …’
yellow wormhole: demolition

 

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    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
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    • #A-E see!
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