scratch, scratch

“stopping to think about the millimetre, the illi in particular, as a way to take my mind off the itch, the bird’s-eye-view itch, that dots no “i”s especially in partIcular, this is mere sidetrack to an unapproachable commentary”

“and what of the scene?”

“the scene is where we fool ourselves taming clouds, running the gauntlet of iridescence”

“docility, a hard act to follow, endorsing the shown method: press play to display"

“still your commentary handled a performance of doubtful antics like a blend of strange and fantastic manners, which in the explaining, lost all sense of impersonation and, as if on a tour of duty, you recruited my side of the story”

“come closer”

“tell it we
we then
we shall, in a one-off tirade incurable in co-operation

- purging consequence of all penalty
- doubling-up the inmates

severing suggestion at idea, at ideal in-deed”

“still your handling of a performance explained side’s side of the story”

“come scratcher”

am azed

“getting straight back to splitting the attempt, you do not stand complete, but elucidate distance from really not so far away -
– if I can describe you to you, it is only in this way, word for word”

“there is no escape from thirst or suspicion of thirst”

“intertwining the inside-out of a writing life, leaving the street unexplored and the one time sacrifice, exceptional through it may have been…”

“returning to water - pages, as long as concerns,

give ceremony new meaning

of course, otherness only lasts until why

having to go, involves a true cross over, outstretched though communication is, there is no scene of accident”

“… amazed, or is a maze (a wall-follower) from all sides, kicking the landing, raging at ceiling, no great revelation could go this swimmingly without a

“scratch of the head”

with a start to all starts
with an out of reach commentary”

strai

“Moving around between confession and humour, suggestion and reconstruction, tame and wild”

“you once said “inscription masks the face that should be ours” – were these the patterns you had spoken of? integrated with made-up intent

there are parallel senses that at different times may coincide

and those times, inhabited by surrounds seeking perception, understand simple choices”

“suggestive confessions”“insects, an open window, onion-skin”

“a writing upon; between us we expanded the ransacked foundations of recall, to achieve contemplation perhaps simply by asking or learning to direct answers away from questions”

“coming clean: returning to water, a little less imaginarily incurable, a little less piecemeal, through your continuous terrain stride minutes chewed by compromise, introducing new dare into the language of cooperation

harsh in echo,
fascinating on paper,
crude in predicament

ah that quandary, always that stickiness

attempting through lack of ability to rough-cast closeness

(you do not think in capital letters)”

“I had read every word twice, underlining the evidence of possibility (straightforward, strai…”

slips

“right now, looking at the ground, distance was the first thing to go, rolling”

“snatch, snatch,
a heightened handshake”

“rolling so far, yet a great intimacy told, hinges on barter”

“disorder gradually stores unanswered necessities – under an unmade bed was a painting of an unmade bed”

“smile, name, ask,”

“hinges resist with such virtuosity the painful patterns – you sketched on a scrap of paper some natural condition, it looked like we could invent initiative or at least a mock-up, practically all the rest of the world was based on mirrors, that is what you said, there was a faddishness to the way you faced first things, almost as if the word first was itself pure whimsy”

“from the sure side of disorder, based solely on a painting that is, it had never actually been witnessed, the sure side gradually laid claim to untaming”

“point of calling, water of time, crawl out from”

“snatch, snatch, grab”

“the ground from a distance, was that something we could be sure of? the slightest whiff of a guarantee convinced even the greats, I had heard you describe slips in right now, they sounded like epigraphs”

“such moments do not take practice”

quiver,

“then you noticed a bringing back, consistent with the postponement of finally – double-decker opponents blew bubbles at each other’s smokescreens”

“a pair of boots, a spoon, some hot water, a drawing pin: ah some inventions still allude us”

“attacked by a suggestion of everything, cool reconstruction of the impossible, a mixup that broke down your persistence – is that why you often did not laugh at the comedy of it all? but opened a compartment, blew smoke into it and called it a lung”

“you said exceptional things can happen, and that whatever fell was on the whole more chaotic than those handmade sincerities… little by li”

“twenty-four hours, a red rag”

“chosen in sleep to feel the palm of replica or is that another story carefully embalmed,

can quiver ever be?"

“arch of one way
cackling truth told
mood making two”

“you said exceptional things… when I go into a dark room there is a man lecturing incredible colours on priorities

such times did sink the long night
it’s not easy to talk about”

this mosaic

“maybe you remember the sacrifice one-sunset threw
like the last party, half-broken from lack of use, lethargically sealing daybreak into afternoon, and do you remember how you tried to be proud

it was the way your hand wrapped around anything left falling which I vaguely recognised

sinking, you would read books overflowing with questions and play content

in a roundabout way sense made since reach within

passing underneath all thinking

coming to, while the others went on; everything had been clothed in trivia, whole chunks of phenomena were brought to bear

and little by little, since you may not remember, this mosaic, disassembled over time”

“moving around between humour and confession, but also making a gradual entry into a silent culture, maybe.. why not… those days so used to trying, so used to imitating, can this be all there is to it? what had taken place in the grooved mania was anything but, then at other times any pillow any familiar vacancy shaken to emptiness

then a paradox: talk is blind”

“leaving the street, stopping, looking at sky, sitting, smoking, stroking hair, inventing sighs, ah this upright life”

“such moments take practice”

one P each

putting in a crouch
where appearances cross
back, forth, float, s
ss..slightly
it was quite natural
to step over steps to narrowness where over is over used

she was convinced the careless were apt to be just the opposite, got-together by surprise, making up dates for days unwritten, as some kind of need that lines paper and limits eople to one P each

who peeks, runs

around does go around

“just the same”, [deafening pause]
“just the same”

… pay lip service to

vowels, the unscaffolded aeiou
lambasting their own clique for
queueing to be certified in Hawaiian: hooiaioia
these record-holders of the consecutive
hop me to the lipogramarians –

feeling a bit constrained I muse on the sometimes absent y
the sigh-born awareness of incomprehension


“Did she say incomprehension?”
“Sorry, can you ask me the question again, I’m not sure I understand.”

… yawn -

a stream of vapour lessons
somersaulting to navel
in a stunt, a veritable feat,
of knack over knack over knack
to…

[somewhere she said: “exhausted by sigh, incomprehensible in translation.”]

to…

pay lip service to…

… does silence mature

into something visible across the grain?
with a table leg each, they smothered taking a stand

(waiting to steadily set off to live a craft)

(to craft a life, to set off, to steadily set off to craft a life, a life set off steadily, craft off set steadily to live)

leading stifle [1387, "to choke, suffocate, drown," of uncertain origin,] astray
as
yawn <
opens
proceedings

… a widely unknown

table, high up (but distinctly not “high table”)
where, as I mentioned, our foursome gather -
they have two routes to go by, (splitting their sides
with shrill humour)

ha ha – by either, or?

or either and or?

evidently some moonlighting takes place
(in the inaccurate notebooks I found this: “things can be achieved in darkness” – it surprised me, being as it was before the table)

(fanatic representation = i plus i minus you)

So back to the exits: http://andinfall.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-possible-for-two-to-go-where-one.html

“The opposite of an abbreviation is two going where one cannot.
In its longer form does silence mature?”

… a table for consolation

conversation consoled the elevated nuances of scribble
raising talk to the loft of nonsense

outwardly aimless space is not lost
on one hand
futile behind phoney fingers
tinged with cheat

the gaps between smooth [[[[]]]] flat [[[[]]]] support
widely unknown

… on the receiving end

scribbling “rcsao lowber dammd a pialn”
behind a hand, you complement the travellers who accompany
your delay
, tolerant (not really)
, postponable (always)
, persevering (reallways)

… as yet unfounded

the ground itself is less proven than we think, at a time when we walk two steps further than is necessary to reach the high plateau, to be confronted with a table for consolation, around which, from the beginning, there were four of us

one is on the receiving end, whose natural response, for the time being, is to conceal abilities;

the second, tirelessly perseveres in the name of movement

the third, makes equal by weighing all possibilities

and finally the fourth, when liberated from obligations, quietly follows all inclinations

… just about everything

is mine to hear from this view of ‘somewhere’, itself a chance thrown to opportunity’s casual high, that slightly traceable leaching of glow -

what still escapes her is set firmly in borrowed polish, the gloss of another, rapidly seized upon in a glance

charging wildly down slopes (that allow for no faltering in the nip of snap decision)

at the very edge of calculation, rises a collection point for clues, as yet unfounded

angeregt durch zwischenspurt - short burst/singing

... or sounds as if

"... klingt als ob

du noch irgendwo hingehen könntest, wo unser „gemäßigt glühender Rebell“ ein wenig seichten Eifer erkennen läßt für's Anhalten auf Leuchtreklamen, und doch noch dem Drögen, das schon an dir leckt, entkommst, und auf die Schnelle von der Tünche zum Abhängen und dem Augengeklimper für müde Ohren kommst, schizophren wie halt alles an der Geschichte."

thanks to Sumuze

... which steps me to say: sounds as if

on translating all sides of the story, our rebel, now glowing temperately, reveals, for clues, the light in nevertheless, or in spite of the clues, light reveals her still escapes, which already leak in you or lick at you, on the quickness slopes that snap just about everything

... sounds as if

there is somewhere to go, for our “muffle fervent rebel” vaguely expressing unconventional zeal for

thumbing a lift on tell-tale signs, scampering from a moreish stupor, taking a cut of whitewash to the dawdling hour and clapping eyes on tired ears, schizophrenic on all sides of the story

… of all time

the greatest recurrence of all time
is the dodged pitfall:
a sour-grape say

instead of an unmistakable direction, all the time taking the greatest mistake back to its origins in wrongly taking, or carrying a mis to a shut-eyed bearing

on the way to becoming a muffle fervent rebel presenting a portfolio of sound

… in preparation

[unmistakably;mingle;potent;and;and;the;angular;recurrence;a;stepping-
in;]

an unmistakably potent recurrence
steps in
at an angle to ‘and’
the greatest mingle of all time

… as dwindle knows

pining is an unfulfilled art
prolonged to epic length -

shy away, if you can -

or flounder, with volumes undeclared –

blank page = []

then again, gather up in preparation:

unmistakably;
mingle;
potent;
and; and; the;
angular; recurrence;
a;
stepping-in;

down pens (returns, rebounds and other hesitancies)

“…this page turned its back…”

(if you remember) and is now purposely closed – awaiting prise

(out of bounce
from clog commotion
obstructing regain… )

to salvage what might be there, that is all, nothing spectacular or ground-breakingly radical, just there: in or at that place, where you will find no-one exclusively paying attention to ahem. And in the case of every or any who, there are unrealised exchanges to be had, it’s all a matter of time, as dwindle knows.

do

from the word ‘go’
comes a sieve chartered for Bygones
by Bygones: “go through you hot-headed pastists,
boot-licking yesterday for a taste of ‘I told you so’ ”

embarking on idle
my up-to-the-minute fad
I stay neck-and-neck with myself

while they say: “what have you done donedonedonedonedone?”

missing in inaction

admitting
the stilled throat as clearing, before announcing oasis
that has waited out impersonation
where nobody would guess, even accidentally,
that I seeks I seeks I

as keepsake opening the word again
to a panorama safeguarding hiatus

a reinforced lack
which in this case proves the most positive of deficiencies

waving

I’m offline for a few weeks, bye for now and thank you to those who have been dropping by regularly.

pen

psst!… did you hear that?
a page turned its back

on another introduction

"testing, testing… esting, stinging"

no more impersonations; bends in charm;
waning jumps; unassuming shoves;
revisited mingles;

"testing, testing…"

ahem

en

there was one direction
tapering back to a

chance

whisper

where to read these (graced) notes
I now see

the clumsiness of shadow always remains unfinished

n

any likely step that speaks the last part, skips
a dunking

in the saturated origins of ‘if only’

only is one-like, onelicly, exclusively without inclusion

- an iffy fluke if ever there was one

Open

the vat of utter.

An arm for your thoughts
leaving the penny to cry out in name only.

Of numerous wishes I present a piece
dipped in space.

It was a step like any other.

ope

when nearly at ‘n’
the noted ope_s

while not fully expressed yet, there are no qualms in this particular breach

which masks a cushy gadget
for manufacturing letters

blubhub

with one thwack from a punch-line
the boss-eyed lover
faithful to the unend
filed for desertion
one of the million cures
welded to the joke
that had plunged the boot in
to the not so sporting yin

hubbub

op

to be dreamt away from the page
what a ruse

against mistakes raised by embossed objection

a blade sawing at the truth
has no quibble with thwart

o

noted: the next confusion
“don’t mix relics

or we-with-us”

was written on
one side, noticed on the other

as rigorously inexact as
to be dreamt of

o

, as a fanatic might dig for essential distinctions
the page tempts fixation

until a twang of perception repairs
fallen notes

open

leaving a notebook full of inaccuracies as though
it would never close,

blunt impressions gradually cornered by taboo
rampage delicacy, as a fanatic might

Mr Roget’s T - 203 Length

Adv. longwise,

at full length, a crocodile heels to toe from the crown of tandem to the sole of single file, the foot longitudinally stern, the head in front and behind, overall one end in perspective.

on the run

in permanent flight
carefully shuffled errors in distance, made random almost orderly

like a far-flung jumble, winched to neatness
declaring off the rails detachment

before counting the-picky differences between us

"n

ovelty prevails towards procedure,”:

bloom triumphed on the road, so grateful that ‘towards’ was not merely a word and 'step this way' could be reversed, leaving for'n'backwards to call a truce in direction.

A break in

With such a high-flown knack for pressing questions between pages, gestures in private-journal-speak, as distinguished from prima-donna-ditty, claim a great deal is happening here, but to top that, I must misquote myself when I say “it is not this that varies my aptitude for tatters” but a nestling diagonal stance, winking at compactness from a miscellaneous setting, grappling whodunit proposals like a hinterland tenant with sore happy valley eyes frosted to pimples from parting company at a break in anaemic clouds.

“Vagary expects regular attendance”:

this extravagant action anticipates habitual turnout:

again and again
routine turns in

another of life’s time sheets,
and yet no habit is as forming or formative as anticipation that topples action from its shelf life and spends thrift, frittering away caution.

Way this step

Vagary expects regular attendance, novelty prevails towards procedure, I hand-in the off-hand wishy-wash improvisation: a sort of a: bubblingly impromptu, sloppy with blended aspirations peculiar to open, gates stand their self-oration, fields imagine growing buts. [productive nor productive neither, is often too strifely to come across meeting] circle in a living suited to best mannerisms, picture a completing of suspiciousness, my cantankerous amateur me. [Step this way]

Butterfingers

To say that inclination is rarely threadbare may be so but when dropping a line crowds to a halt, dribs and then drabs funnel towards sabbatical and the hosting of fickle encores complements nothing more than zilch.

Makeshift

Teeming with occasional tantamount-s [there is, sporadically, a little that is equal to the teem within] it is this that varies my aptitude for tatters [by tatters I really do mean the bits and pieces that write themselves into quick comebacks] before the rush of vain smothers in, and I substitute each step with a sprinkling of dedication [which is not up to it, but makes up for], left in close proximity to earlier astonishments [contagious perhaps] and take up intrepid idleness, inventing evidence with which to probe bemusement [morsel collection] – consider the scale of it – with my finger on resist, confident all can be abandoned in place of missing details, a final version of antidote single-handedly absorbs itself.

Downhill rinser

'I' slaloms to 'S' in the cranky wring of self-procrastination

The allusive 'I am'

In the blur of indirectness I am at once within dexterous reach and without conclusion;

– that is to say: being under the influence of meander, I have some handy doubts;

– that is to say: I am allusive when it comes to haze, but if you touch me I won’t end

11

Is it that “I am” was aroused and depended on you to suspend it, or suspend everything else that could only sigh at blind imitation, sighted half in, half out of untroubled lamp light. Sure, there is a saying that doubling the I doesn’t square off any corners, but even so, a rotund imagination helps, if just to roll away with itself.

Are you talking to me?

Crimes against "I am"

1. Misusing a heady cast of selves, you ambitiously tackle a small-time sprawl of divide. On your right: overindulgent flaws, stalled by emotional chaos so stunning it could blind mirrors.

from first to last: the habits of slide

oscillate in articulation
drafted to interrupt
shifting various grounds unfazed
by the readiness of stalemate
to exchange undercover spurts
for methods that fend-off liberation
…every slippage in tone
prompts an inner chatathlon that worries silence
into an unuttered hurl against false breakers

emails

I have had problems receiving email recently, so if anyone has written to me and not received a response, this may be the reason why, please send again if you feel inclined, thanks.

introducing reality

this paper-thin contradiction, cues hoops for jumping
whether bruising for a pinch, teetering before crux or plucked from a cutting edge cocoon,
all are laced with phase

grasping at a brief indulgence of impulse

panacea cast out, in view of mayhem’s lukewarmity
and we,
steeped in posture
clutching at sprees
rustled up a disguise to exploit


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how far

eked out of movement, motion rivals lull
in the fits and starts that fritter truce away
drowsy with progress made,
a soft touch methodically out of step, counts tint down
still in view, revival
rescues flourish with ambiguity
and the longer way perseveres under glass


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they didn’t appear to be gaining

Sapped of pluck, it was time to set loose a slouch
hot on the trail of a pilgrim to sure-footed novelty

skin thinned

- like over-eager eggshell
outlandish remnants
crack me

leave a message

in the shape of
pent up consolation
a crowd stopping plunge bottles up


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Achillies

in high heeled socks
I spike the week’s hot spot

uncommon ground

whoever survives
a (this) point of view
overhears revival
describe unofficial
freedom as “the to and fro
of lost threads”

stay

when the solid river is
out of your hands
it is
not time
to make enquiries of push

can you say that again

when the point of finding the point
pierces,
it sharpens the ear

gulp

marooned on the banks of likelihood,
an accessory to luck
swallows facts
that fly in the face of

eh

scintillating as dabble is, let’s err on the side of cavortion

the e

as this chapter spills
out of in-
terim, extrication
prowls
the perimeters of epilogue

wardrobe life

old clothes narrate the flotsam of infit
odds and ends of sleeve
reel off their loss
with tubular float

z

when fluster met bamboozle
it was time to ditch the z

ff

by ranting at fluff
I softened this shambles
with the dexterity
of a bombastic incessant

mondya

submerged shaky reinforcements leak aloft doubt:
underwater uncertainties support higher escape

seeping into the air of vagaries

this is no basis to rattle a swamp

with such finality to revelation, thrive originates at the dizzy heights of flood

1

giddy with influx, it takes a flourish of onset to unveil eventually

Adjustments to today

this coloured impulse
retrieves from dynamic stash
severe serial happenings

like a bolt from the black
bound for donation to pastel shades
concern swathes compliment

in authentic source
mined for erraticism -
all in a day unfamiliar to yester

i

scuffle clammy
from resolving aptitude
I turn distraction down
and partition matter from subject

o

writing in lapse
loiters on life support
preserving hand

i

if coincidence participates in aim
flare widens
in the wake of elbowing
all else
worldward

ing fall

was he suffering spiral linger
or ascent of the clung kept?

could heady intoxicants
cue the highs
of his …in weakness…
and escape the dream chase of mid into night

or elsewhere fall
on the cool eve of flight
as disorder dared to corkscrew
the room out of them
before the ings continued to present or awake to wait-read-writ

i

in awkward suspension a
life dangles
out of shape
shrinking the scale
of seize under-flowing
available flair

i

tipped off by affinity
easily dismissed interests
attract your minority
as excuses wind tentacles
around dissimilarity
pencilling an acceptable ‘I’
on any mask
like a pillar
holding up life

In kling

“But why had she spoken to him?” p2 (1)

“…the straight-lined horizon…”
over-simplifies distance
without reproach to lack
or slips of tongue
as silence wets
the appetite of shame
and we down suns, really
knock them back, until water
breaks in half at the ‘t’
and we are left to wear
liberation like a short sleeve
that gathers strength lining
the room with moss
and in forgetting to stand
their fall would be
simplified horizontally

i

when unbound
by diversion, deserted
hopes misplace
the art of embracing emptiness,
as confines fill with accidental snags
in favour of hitch not hint

i

to skirt
around confines
is to internally billow in being
of appeal
to the catching wind that binds vacantly
occupied assurances

Keeping Silent

“… and the signs he made to her.” p.1(&2)

like his questions, continued in silence, but he had said:

“I will go on…”

in the beginning, however brutishly
and yet she never raised his voice
above verse, locking the river
inside his running, where stagnant
questions bank up. He knew ‘how’ in the sonic sense
just as the room was a barrier to him being in it,
because its length continued, as when he
had unendingly danced or paced, how the room’s
emptiness recurred as she ceaselessly
stared at a slanting instant full of dew-point consonants
and library book must: the fermented pages
numbering less than oNe even if counted backwards.

Never/ever/always

"The calm detour of thought, the return from itself to itself in waiting." p 41

"...shrouded in the writing, and carried by it beyond any possible beginning" she returned to waiting for never, with uncertainties rife and rivers creaking under chemistry, she could not quell diversion or bypass restraint, let alone face eels that slip through their own e’s, with a language that yields to catch. She always carried-back to page 1 where oNe glimpse closed over another. Did he remember how “continuance became length” ? when this way escaped that before morning, and yet more rivers burst the banks of tongue.

Airlift report

Rescue aborted - unable to land
due to persuasive weather: drizzle-sway

Telegram Two

Took rash turn between impetuous and impulsive stop need impromptu airlift

Mobile Still

“He walked ahead, marking out for her a path…” p.39

“… together we are separated by a locked room. Where oNe stands, they stand. When alone, doubts translate into certainties (had he meant never for certain?) She had no hesitation in being inconsistent, when you add up all the forgetting she had to do, it was no surprise their pages were numbered differently. And yet they mysteriously followed each other down passages read and unread. Rubbing time together in the weightless waiting room. When Fanshawe began eternally recurring on page 199, a phone had already rung on page 3, and the potency of n turned dialogue inside out. In case he heard in another language she said…

N/A

Handling small details of illusory essence
comes across as compatible with reality -
making believable make believe.

Last Night

After gush
you drove us in profile,
it has been so long since
there was like for like.

"... then,

“He was obliged first to discover the words with which she could then make him hear what she had to say to him.” p.26

“But then…. as soon as he had become waitless their rooms overlapped with shivering italics before running the river dry and re-filling it from memory. She half expected Maurice to hear their Infinite Conversation or at least understand what was hidden between paces or screened by yielding. Leaving traces unfinished, she could return any time and pool the pages, never refusing the tongue a vowel. He was perhaps separated from oNe line for days, but the library in his head confirmed company. Behind every square is a circle longing for corners. Unrolling Yes! down a path that proves liquid has expectations even if just to keep pace with place and make solid discoveries. But then,

Telegram One

Send scales and dictionary stop words weigh down meaning balance anticipated

Pacing

“The characteristic of the room is its emptiness.” p.7

“In the must again of process…even patiently pacing they appeared to be together in the emptiness, if not in the room. Was this a hiding place for the one who was standing? A length of time could yet be restored to short or go-between depth and the stare of an instant. She found it hard to recall the ceaseless less, however long she waited. Had someONE recurred unheard amongst speak again and hear again? He was thinking of More walks that may not have occurred. The room with its grassy carpet existed on the page, there he sat awhile between wheres. And she was here again at a point when “The words wear out in her the memory that they help her express” (p.7). In an unnaturally narrow room, was it possible to continue remembering? Who would forget first, leaving fullness in place of potency by slanted means. She, literally

Awaiting Here

“[for a long time what is awaited has served only to maintain the waiting,]”

“She is here

waiting to step over stop and lap against
his thinking that drinks on less-ness
and runs more past the page than dances
downstream. Each asking, padlocked in lateral limbo.
“Even as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances,…”
hemmed in by forgetting
water wakes in the East

Any

To reach go
and not be impeded
by in-place-of
was a timely reminder
of any time, any place, anywhere…

Go

It is time for me to risk precision in piecing together exact lapses in concentration by straddling the hand of a stopwatch.

Here

‘It was a kind of struggle that she was pursuing with him, a silent dispute through which she asked him for and gave him justification.’ p5

“she is there… at intervals taut between false and true
where the point is pointed: do I hear what is said?
or recur to him now as at first, when the page,
ceaselessly blank, forms words out of probability
“operating a donation” neither later nor early
to him, I say…

after after after

‘He understood quite well that she had possibly forgotten everything.’ p4

After all, some approaches hide
their potency out in the open.
Shutting the un-sayable in with
the thinkable is scarcely
walking the ridge of someone.

They Said

He
She

a no-rapport understanding
the depth of no-rapport
of a deeper rapport than
surfaces by itself to a
a rapport by itself which
deeper rapport which only
is only the surface to
understands no at surface
the no-rapport depth of
and depth as

He
She
He

Caught Up

for Celia

When long lost
fords a short cut
to hello
understanding sprawls across time
twiddling its thumbs
while fingers burn.

Awaiting Less

“; he had questioned her in a more urgent manner by his silence,” p.2

by
overlapping questions
silence sounded
answered -
it was a solution
awaiting literal problems

The Last Resort

Out cold with evidence of sketchy signs
unnaturally seeing the sights
as ally in the shallow drive to hush-hush
before firing plans to shake the cartoon off the page.

Collected Thoughts

Instead of writing I pierced some words and mounted them on pins, like butterflies, to admire the species.

Under

Due to bad visibility under the floorboards today, it’s doubtful that any pins dropped.

Position

Long-standing is prone to shifting feet behind someone’s scenes. Seeing sides for the taking, a part fits the place if not the person. Casually balancing this act between who and why.

Improbable kindness
even in dream, where we still trust,
turns predisposition turtle.

Onward

Air; that much needed soaring substance
borrows the h from height
just for fun, you could say
or to boldly split infinite hairs.

Home

The backlash of glee buckled me into a moment
unforeseen yet anticipated
as a matter-of-course, of course.

Stiffening the lip of return
against equilibrium,
brings home being home, again.

Intermittent Intermission

Two weeks
coupled with pause
= back soon.

Subjective

Startled objects
take liberties

by beguiling matter
into being presently tense,

teasing embodiment
to another level.

Into

Having clambered out-of-into, relief lived.
Until a peep, in quarrel with apathy,
won the look.

Combined with distance you’ll find
curiosity lends molehill a telescope.