i have written of them before,
now in code and symbol, i regard,

that ‘again’ brings a sense of permanence,
that familiarity does not always mean
contempt , yet continuity.

autumn comes round, and we keep
the litte things, again.

twigs.

sbm.

he has no knowledge of twigs,
his mother had the secret,
as do i.

he has the knowledge of acting,
it was quite a performance,
as they were the same
twigs.

no photos allowed.

©sbm

drawing lines

in paper, cutting,

bleeding the lead

into showers,

and explosive marks.

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

while gavin bryars plays

on and on

repeated.

jesu’s blolod never failed him yet,

unlike the titanic,

which sank.

sbm.

he thought
it was not the centre
of the universe.
titanic.

came by chance.

i think you will
find it is sir.

it is the little things
that make it so.

the tears of all my life,
with yellow.

the colour of the day..

st david.

sbm.

300.
he says vehicle where others say car,
he avoids the paparazzi,
he likes the same twigs.

titanic.

sbm.