Responding to the myth that it is mortality and we are all Alien, but still posed and poised for the next chapter. An open page, white paper, no words yet.
The switch goes down, we move on. Open the big door, new world. Fresh air gushes in we are all blown away by change. At last the cobwebs blown away spiders are lost flying into open space then grass or fence join to spin new webs. Like life the plot thickens we say hell and then we go vulnerable that’s evolution the beauty of not knowing again and again…
An hilarious poem of pigeons and paranoia in modern Britain
Blink Twice
Blink twice I thought I saw something near the window is it the past checking in to see who’s there maybe there are more nosey spirit checkers I wonder if I will be one when my time arrives for now I will sit occasionally casting my vision to the left field or could it just be that t shirt in the mornings wind if we are lucky we’ll see
Deep in the lonely wood a timber shed existed a rocking chair tucked in the corner the figure of soil recreated as man sat in this chair…
Hidden planets coming in and out of view like a pulse trying to project it’s will and pursuing a formation line to existences and realities yet to be revealed. To contest the smugness of solitary earth now on its way to none existence. The world’s in waiting, yet to come new stars are busy and waiting for many skies and many sun’s with energy to grow the many life streams waiting to inhabit other worlds when all will be revealed under many new skies and many waiting to be born. Some already steering to revelations to come.
State of Mind
State of mind for this day how is it are we stable, do we make sense in a world with less oxygen than the day before, are you sitting down are you breathing, I would like to know you are being counted down to the second this second. How is it this minute, I mean this moment of spaceships and battles beyond the chair in which I sit waiting for signals of instruction and the bolt lightening from dense charged atmosphere. I’m expecting something, a being told so, it would be today, yes today, this day I go on a journey that is not for you. One must stay for another day in the second, in the minute, for on the hour. I leave they are waiting, hiding, hiding where I know not but I have been told yes, and to be still then goodbye.
Dynatron
It’s watching me. Dynatron the oblong teak monster disguised furniture in the best room third after the family room, the dining room vertical slatted bumper king size speakers two for stereo ,big enough to crawl into oh and the lid the big lifting cover heavy. But it rose. With teenage effort down I peered thirty three and a third or forty five that’s revs per minute to you and me. Sapphire stylus for the working class, diamond cut for the serious aficionado. Special alien electrical aromas emanating LP or single, what fantasy world can I inhabit, as the vinyl turns delicately upon the fine black grooves of a newly pressed track. I put the long lid down it’s top becomes a stage I recline in man made green plush and for three and a half minutes I’m someone else in the year 1972.
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Judith A Stalker Is Caught…
Judith’s her name, she’s red hot. I thought you’d like to know. Straight from the sixties that’s reassuring I thought you’d like to know she’s safe, she’s predictable, I thought you’d like to know like a fender Stratocaster. I thought you’d like to know like Edgar Wallace turning in tobacco smoke. I thought you’d like to know I’m almost done I enjoyed myself with Judith you know she lives now and has a story of you. I thought they’d like to know who are they in uniforms, I thought you would like to know they are called bobbies, you must have guessed I thought you’d like to know. Knock three times if you want me, I’m ready and waiting, oh er we have flashing lights and flashbacks, who was Judith I can’t remember but you soon will respect her memory. Hello, hello, you’ve just been caught my son.
