liking rags
i move on
with differing
music
the trial by glass

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music
the trial by glass
oh.
it is decided after talking to the bear
and eating bread ends
that indeed you may take
what you wish as it is
not only ours
we want to help too
all of us one human heart
the bear noted it is a little
in these circumstances
thankyou
hopefully the bear may sleep a while
now
gently gently make those little
amendments
make things interesting
move it about
found a new way to focus
block out the bad
the negative thought
not many liked it yet
I knew I had learned some thing
valuable
something to remember
little bits of paper
shredded
&
kept
until useful
sms
the air moves
on my face.
i turn
look past the curtain
i sometimes sit and think of this, sometimes dream
in bed, often in yellow.
or blue which
covers the
land in places, my eyes smarting.
said he didn’t watch it much while things are unsettled
over there
a poor choice of word maybe
perhaps not alarmist.
we asked if he referred to the war
which we consider affects us all
he nodded then sat down in his garden chair
into the wild wood
feet plant into earth
again
skin sharp with lingered frost
dust motes sing my heart high
do we describe what we see or maybe
tell the tale inside
round the corner on the wall
are the bullet holes