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Conversations with Invisible Friends (14)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on June 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »

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CONVERSATIONS 14

HOW EASY
Wonderful wonderful
how easy a cat will purr
how easy a flower will open
and scatter
how easy a smile
how easy a hand
how easy a good word
leads the way
becoming a vast flock
of joyous song and seeing.

—

VERBAL WARNING
Word to word
invisible tugged ties,
chains golden from tongue to ear,
a ripple of bells, a chime, tinkled river,
mind stream quenching thirst,
a million million reflections
showing nothing much of anything,
just how it is.

—

SEDIMENT
In the deepest oceans
Are the bones of all
That have ever lived.
A sediment free of sentiment,
World shaping pressure
Of was-ness turning into is-ness.

—

GRACE
Dressed ghosts, borrowed rags.
Why so hungry always? Why so?
As if bereft. As if supported.
As if punishment. As if reward.
As if a test.
Interpret this.
Pain and beauty.
Edges, boundaries, limits.
A dance to slow music.
If we can be but elegant, somehow,
so the universe turns toward us
(as we turn toward its ever open eyes),
weave a new way, gentle, strong,
accepting, melting, acquiescing.
Grace, it would be.
Perhaps reason enough.

—

RED SHIFT
Heat haze.
A shimmering road.
All the colours shifting towards evening.
A sharp sound rumbles into deep distance.
An elucidation of edges.
A smudge of vast moments.
Thought storm, tranquil dreaming.
Your voice (somehow) in my head (somehow).
Via the heart of things,
we ricochet amazed
through crystalline spheres.

—
HOW ELSE
A tissue of lives.
Connective, connected surfaces.
A fine tracing of whorls and ridges,
Whispering alphabets
Attempting an understanding,
Perhaps a cataloging,
An exposition of position.
A thin, sky thin, elucidation
A slender, tender hinting thing.
Not quite dream, not quite wish,
Nor remembering, nor forgetting.
This placental sustaining,
Held suspended,
Amniotic day,
Bridged away from pain.

Else we slip unseen,
Or so we conceive it,
Mouthing wept whys
Into blank cold nights.

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Conversations with Invisible Friends 13

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2014| 4 Comments »

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WINGS

Looking over the hills,
Low cloud,
Dusk after rain.
I would wish you
All wings,
My friends.

—

SOUND CHAMBER

This voice born from caves
This voice shaping emptiness
This voice, the flavour of silences.

—

CUP

This vessel of poetry
Always lucid, empty
Til held and warmed
By palms, tipped
Towards lips,
An exchange of breath..

—

TICK

There is no time
In the worlds of spirit,
Nor in the worlds of matter.
Only in the mind of Man
Does the click and tick
Of moments
Signify a neurotic cauldron
To oblivion or eternity.

—

HAVEN

This mind, timeless, anchored
Rocks, sways, on word tides.
Gull-wind senses roam and wheel
Searching food.
The patterns of love
And belonging
In rippled reflections.
Harboured, havened, home.

—

SLIGHT

Sweet violet
White and nodding,
Rising in damp westerlies.
Prophets with blazing heads roar by
Raving,
Not hearing, not caring.

—

SEMIOTICS

Nice, nice, nice!
(Triple nice denotes favour of the gods),
a vapour aromatic, bitter,
Rising from certain, approved of,
Sacrifice.
One who knows his place
And knows it might
Be nowhere particular,
Except the particularity
Of cloud chambers
And the silent
Expansion of a supernova
(Inexplicably given
Nomenclature
Of someone’ wife).
The only object
Is its name.
Three moving lines.
Hence the wise man
Remains silent
Watching the return
Of swallows.
No blame.
—

IN THE MACHINE

Love the depths!
What computers really dream,
what they say to each other,
not just oh and one,
but a cosmology of dark spaces,
exploding stars….

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Conversations with Invisible Friends 10

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 26, 2014| 6 Comments »

DEAD EYED LIES

The politician shudder.
That particular discomfort in seeing a
bullshit take form,
that glorious automaton mismatch
between word and intent,
blank rabbit stare of
parroting the speechwriter’s doubletalk,
dead eyed professional lying.
Condescending chumminess.
Pickpockets and cudgels…

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WONDERFUL

A wonderful madness.
Such a shriek as eloquent
Will once start a galactic spin,
Such spirit the spit of creation is.
A crackle of applause
From other gods and dwellers
In uncircumscribed bedlams
Who watch and savour,
Then try their shaking,
Laughing hands,
Their own worlds
To breathe into….

—

DISSIPATE

The world,
the long world congealed in the long years,
the filling up, the emptinesses,
the deserts, the wild winds of emotion,
the weathering, the withering.
All of us, if not before,
if not before,
will melt once again into the world,
Sun burnt,
moon cooled,
star hollowed.
A vapour, a word,
A wish fulfilled.

—–

TONGUE

It will be a gibbering,
an extinct language,
a map of lost continents
and drunken drowned pyramids.
It will be an hullucination of grey spaces,
the ramblings of a senile archbishop,
the over-elaborate orchestrations
of a genius fop.
It will be a universe distracted
by its own impossibility,
forced to invent a language
to replicate some linear order.
It will be a flash of poetry
flickered across a white noise screen.
It will be a ball
bouncing down an empty street.
It will be a simple rice bowl
explaining everything.
It will be radiant dust,
dancing.

—

ARTS

To extract from and limit chaos,
to select gestures, sounds,
to learn how the gods
prevent themselves from becoming demons,
to mimic daffodils and cloud,
to learn the controls of the mothership,
to pretend time and space
is not the problem….

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Conversations with Invisible Friends 9

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on December 30, 2013| 9 Comments »

CONVERSATIONS with invisible friends (9)

DOPPLER

“Sound exists only
when it is going out of existence.”
And breath as it commingles
With time and blood.
Light, invisible
As it travels,
Until it strikes
And rebounds.
Sway and jigger.
We dance
Though these frozen
Words that so
Seem all to hold
Sane and steady.

—

VARIATION

The air, so cool and still
Between the raindrops.

A tunnel of whispering song,
A roar of percussion.

Roofs and gutters
Turn relentless descent
Into catalogues of dance.

—

CERTAIN

Darkness,
observed,
fills with points of light.

—

FRIENDS

Somehow,
a nest of snakes,
an Ouroborous,
a hiss of tasting,
an absence of beginnings and tail-ends,
a scintillation, perhaps a union of wisdoms,
a sine sign, sinuous, insiduous, sidelong.
An egg, druid’s,
serpents egg:
an unknown wonder, mind meetings,
strings, cat’s cradle, constellations,
caput draconis, circumpolar,
always circumpolar…..
we all,
we all rise and fall together,
weak nuclear, strong nuclear,
circumstantial, scribed, circumscribed,
elegantly drunk on small matters,
dark matters,
harmoniously various,
sustaining togethered.

—–

ANTIPODE

Every mirror
Never lies
But tells
The familiar tale
In reverse.
The truth
If any,
Neither one
Nor tother,
But floats invisible,
In between.

—-

MUSING

The dove
Of grace
Descends,
Sometimes called,
Sometimes shot.

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Conversations with Invisible Friends (8)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 29, 2013| 3 Comments »

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SELF ISH

Peeping at the hidden.
Hide and seek
(with mirrors).

—-

MEDIUM

Ghosts whispering
The punchlines:
Threads
To keep bodies
So sewn together,
Not thown apart
By squalls of inspiration.

—-

WHISPERED

A dilating centre
Uncertain
Of coordinates.
Infinitessimal
Microtones
Tumbling towards
Silence.

—-

IGNITED

Too much heat,
too much fire,
these humans have,
always burning, burning,
eating, moving, consuming.
Never resting,
always agitiated,
causing friction, rubbing, rubbing.
Their souls long for water,
rest and floating,
cooling, cooling,
thirsts quenched,
tidal breath….

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GESTURE STROKE

Splash smudges
with heart,
layers of is and not,
traced, life bullets,
ricochet laughter,
breath, whisper,
a record of tears,
ripples, line, ashes, dust….

—–

TAO ASTROPHYSICS

Almost perfect,
Keeps things
spinning.

—-

SPUN OUT

You, cocoon,
melting memory,
ready for wings,
silk breath.

—

CRITIQUE

It is a moth with lovely flutterings,
hypnotised, enamoured,
thinking its death a mirror,
a winged dance of flame.
The shadow of iridescence,
a shadow of dust.
It tastes like earth, bitter and sweet.
It has taken up a song
and is consumed therein.
For this,
do we praise,
or blame?

—-

MY DELIGHT, AN AMBIENCE

A
Landscape of words,
distant passion,
play of light,
a flurry of thought,
a cloud passing…..

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Conversations with invisible friends (2)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 14, 2013| 2 Comments »

A continuation of fragments inspired by others in this virtuality. Thanks be to all their moments of light.

WHEEL OF FORTUNE

Drained dregs,
swirled,
interrogated.
Take possession,
a wonder!
(shadow of a monkey,
top hat, spinning wheel,
a descent into most
beautiful desolation!)

—-

MARI’S PAINTING

The smudges,
fingerprints of,
intentions of.
Something emerges.
Something.
Something peels away,
flakes of time.
A brush with fate,
a moment
remarked.

—-

MAPPA MUNDI

Place is a story
someone has inhabited,
long ago, leaving signs,
debris, memory.
A place where no one has been
exists nowhere,
inhabited by jealous dragons,
guarding their own history.
Blank space
waiting for words, instructions.
Place: a time that piles up upon itself,
memory on memory,
making ghosts that sing
sweet, terrible songs.

—-

OBJECT

Maybe more that it is a thing,
a presence, but not recognisable.

Like an archetype it resonates
with many types of object,
but its form, colour, meaning,
purpose are not appearent.

It serves its own existence,
intrudes upon ours.

—-

WRITER

Pouring words from the jug of your head.
More you pour, more is there.
How many sights, how many sounds
are buried in memory and dream?
There will be no end of it,
squeezing out the now and the then.
It is nothing and then it is everything.
From afar, we watch your erratic climb,
cheering, oohing and aaahing.

—-

REMINDER

Food for the spirits,
food from the ancestors:
our breath, our voice.

—-

INTROSPECTION

All this
could be as pointless,
as self-enwrapped,
as walking solo to the South Pole.

It could be as noble
as a wounded messenger
warning of danger over the next hill.

It could be science.
It could be experimentation.
It could be a zoo.
It could be shared visioned stories
around a small fire on a wild night.

It could be howling ‘why?’ at the stars.
It could be showing off.
It could be a fatal avoidance.
It could be searching,
searching for what has been lost,
what has been forgotten.

It could be a waste of time.
It could be the whole damn purpose of time.
Following threads that are clues,
or are the unravelling of sense.

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ATTRACT

The mind orbits fascinated,
bemothed heart fluttering
near then far.
These harsh,
gentle words.

—-

INCIDENT

Scintillating sparkles.
Mind silenced
by a million small
dancing suns.
Distantly,
the shipwreck slides
silent beneath the waves.

—-

ARTLESS

“express yourself”
Vapid instruction.
Read this book
Teaching how to read.
Ride this bike,
Hands here,
Feet here.
Stuttered, stumbled,
(Walking, running,
After all, just falling
Cleverly)
“express yourself”
Reveal attractive scars,
Elegant vulnerabilities,
Do not shock nor upset,
Refine the blood, the stains.
Tidy up the mess,
Sauté the raw.
Season, disguise,
Dissimulate.
Pressed out, inside out,
Regurgitated, ejected,
Void, voided.
Go,
Express yourself
Numb
Skull.

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