yes
using phrases like the enemy
it don’t go unnoticed here either
a negative use of language
instead of facts as you say
incitement and riot talking
found not guilty when tried
it is the modern way
to use adjectives that don’t apply
descriptions that come unnecessary
with double letters
and meanings
they talk in metaphors like me
they have a differing task, are not
magicians with a comma
moving on
i hope she will like a bike
and ride along with you
it came four legged
trouncing down the dark
no one was distressed here nor
frightened
one finds more fear in the doings
of men, their counterparts
fear of too much punctuation haunts
us
unlike the four leggeds
***
there are stars
there are no stars
so what is the true meaning
here
running in the dark
sorting in the rain things get wet
puddles form
wordsjointogether
a long dark road
two legged
all so very space age or those films
about disasters and meteors
smashing into our crust
making holes
called craters
bam
splat
enough to give anyone
a nose bleed
we have his here in a jar labelled
sometimes it is anxiety
all that is going on around
us
it came so very cold
the bags were wet
and my hands hurt
like billy oh
did not drop off though
cos I huffed and puffed them
stay by the fire james
for now it is winter
day five brought two voices
one day
same segregation
a night of stars
***
sickly child and predetermined words
flicker from page to
flicking the power fails
while some follow the mass
others raise fist protest
***
nothing was ever promised
nothing ever came fair, an invented entitlement
where no one is entitled
we have one pause
a tadpole before the jumping frog
comes wet and creaking
we forget the punctuation
we look at the pictures
only
your time will come
i will wait politely here until the time
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing
no more
we wonder for the phone is like a
little tablet
the tablet just a big phone
with no phone and a torch
so an half an hour spent
on ebay looking at those
to light the way
you see
we think we have a future here
do you
too?
the days come darker still
considering the night
white they peer
sadly into empathy
faces cloud
shoulders bowed
not so the beginning
look at it
look at it
no stars here no separation
the two become one
again
you see that your perception of things
is different from the others
hold it
hold it and you will find after time
some no longer see
today there is vacant parking at the church
it was one of those books
you know the sort you read over
something about a house
i seem to remember
one of the favourites
have the set up until then
and i expect she has written more
since
there is a boat house up cregennan
another down bontddu
making good photographs
good dreams
***
drama change to night terrors
when you cannot shift
the weight bearing down from hell or somewhere
else
hell is a story for control
for controversy
they come here spouting the belief yet
never ask for mine
***
fairies.
have a nice star symbol on the forecast
six sided
and while I hear rain now
on the cat slide
know there will be no walk early
again
have tear drop symbols too
which is correct so a good
job done here yesterday
it would be no good today
cat howled as i put her out
she slept on the dining room
table again
all the telling that the uncut moquette
is most comfy
goes unheard
preferring dark wood
each day I wash and polish
hoping for a change in attitude
i have stories on the shelf
may write them one by one
some day
as
yesterday I verbalised some
the job sounds fine
out and about
he liked that
the freedom
all came interesting yesterday
not the day before that just yesterday
morning mostly
friends since 65 perhaps
number of the year ago
then to dispel gathered energies
attacked the borders with a saw
and mallet
and the neighbour assisted
he a slight fellow too who brews
beer when the weather keeps him
indoors
enough done
the clearing
up
starts today
the phases planned ahead
i don’t go to town much now
we don’t need nothing that
cannot be delivered
good to hear that all are delivered safely
all are back home
again
interior days
come as comfort
rain soaking the neighbourhood about
ash left as reminder
then I think of him tidying
forgetting time in the
action
down the lane the wild wood
comes naked
a world of it’s own
the rocks show hollow
and no one comes no more
i think this must be winter
again
