Click: a lead from 9

“…simplicity swaps observation for absorption.”

Next to ease, any trade in measurement assimilates rather than scrutinises. Or: I sat down beside you whilst we exchanged and digested our vital statistics. Healthier than dissection as a way to get to know someone.


“…the rear of scandal / robs your performers / of plausible watchers...”

Rolling backwards over gossip, is similar to stealing a match from a musician who strikes you as credible, but nonetheless you’re still glad to be in the audience.


“… escorts without links and travellers / unharmed by onlookers)…”

Let me take you nowhere and see if you can spot safe & sound.


“…, apathetic weave / quarrels in the alley...”

Listless plaits perform a head strong tug of war down narrow streets bordered by velvet walls. It can only end in a headache.

During a downpour it may be possible to decant cloud dregs and save them for a sunny day.

an arrow
points the way drawn,
dividing the triangle

a finger
lifts
fusing the line of attack

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Raising a thought

Living Therein

I drew dots
that on joining
outlived their inline.

Yet this didn’t prevent
a full - point - stop recurring.

When a line lies flat:
________________

is it out of consideration
for tired words
or has it fainted?

Introduction,
the new conclusion:

Hello…

The End

I chose a string-less-pull,
a limp strand,
over forced cords.

It meant something to those
who were counting.

Taking Task

Efficiency stands anxiety up – in vain – as an uneasy
stalker systematically keeps the date unkempt.
Apparent disarray attempts to rape capability -
when all goes well, tension turns on fear for
consolation. Even so, the job gets done, under siege.

Possible Wins

Armed with enough fruit
to coin the drum beat of slot,
liberty chews at the crust of cash.
But why stop at cherry.

In step with stone
rolling mosswards
so to gather less
even in your midst
like a boulder overly attached to incline
might be never late, without 'too'.

New Blog - 'and, in fall'

I’ve started another blog as home to an ongoing writing project based on word substitution for momentum. Originally conceived as a text-art installation, for the meantime unfurling at: and, in fall.

F’2

Emptiness regained an opposite, seasoning
my mind with a high dive for lateral.

(I heard whispered how
an ounce of shoreline
weighs more than the
time to swim there plus
an inch of seaweed.)

It was getting late and sea was protesting against tide:

down
with
ebb

What sense in levelling wave.

Float…ing

On becoming separated from my ideas
I wondered if it was true that to
‘keep your head above water’ requires
a buoyant brain: more upbeat than grey
matter acknowledges.

Having discarded their armbands, those ideas
were capable of reaching some shore
by means of backstroke and wit alone.
Leaving me with a crossed mind and salt.

...then again, it depends on supply and the notion that filling your own shelves demands a revised form of independence, stacked higher in return for a purchase less petty.

If I could buy myself, who knows if I’d be equal to the acquisition.

Back Pedalling

In memory of today, I reverse my mind over this life. Hitting a pothole circa autumn '91. Notice a neglected sign: re-surfacing - expect long delays. The asphalt years.

Poepstsiimmiissmm

Putting pessimism on tenterhooks,
entices optimism to infiltrate.

Visit 40x365 - click

Names listed,
four 0 turned,
365 40s awaited: ( =s 14,600.)

I arrived yesterday at 209
and met perfect Pat.

Words, years, days, people
it all adds up.

Excitement’s cousin drops by
along with that old junkie, adrenaline.

What a drag pressure rising is. With some
front coming across all stormy. For weather,

this talk is way too small. If sun
dropped out, how laid back would we be?