i remember her name,
she said it is salter.
i sent her the mothballs.
so naturally we think of heaven.
realise it is the pattern that makes us,
the familiar and ordinary. other prophets
in agreement we lose to the music, hell as
there is a book at the university. i have
read it twice.
Chinese painting about hell: “Picture Reference of Causality – Paintings of Hell”, which was painted by Taiwan Chinese painting artist Jiang Yizi in 2003. The painting is a roll of 62 cm high and 50 meters wide…..
being asked to explain
refer to the fallen.
i told her it was about
it feels natural, without the need
to verbalize the fallen.
lost connection. lost heart.
notes:- don’t you see that one experience, memory is mixed with another, there is no need for isolation. we cannot judge, we cannot understand everything.
history is not my subject
sounds rather current
except this guy got caught
before the damage
i have just been advised/
he had hoped to be interred at
he was not sure if it existed yet
it was decided to cut him up to kill him
put his head on a spike
up his neck/
that was bombed too
bombs are nasty things/
(prompt. guy fawkes & coventry cathedral)
each morning early, i feed the cat.
a sachet with jelly.
packaging straight to the dustbin, outside.
in pyjamas i step the slate, feel the air, watch the sky
swallow the bats whole.
later, when dressed, and booted, i smiles
at the bare foot print on the step.
during the day the others come foraging,
through the flap, what can I do?
first one is flimsy, timid
trespass. a shadow.
the other bruiser ; black bully.
bold, hissing wildly.
each evening, I feed the cat again.
take the package to the bin again.
one hundred words.