Nature

grey matters (other version)

there are bits of whitsuns

daydreams

foamy moments

shaving cream

there are intermissions

crevices

edgy head land

precipices 

there are glimpses

of past lives

like aristotle

nell gwynn's cousin

irwin rommel

& there are draining times

plus energies

then lemon trees 

memories

x

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24 owls

yes some are blatantly

secretly flemish

whilst others hobble-plod

like that 3-legged dog

which you pass some mornings

or occasional evenings

some supplicate cress

some cling to the ceiling

the darker ones

they're hell folk

they're born with 13 elbows

further some last a second

some stay for the week

then some have swollen glands

& others wandering hands

- yes every day's unique

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offerings (how to try)

offer your plans

to the warm blue hands

of confusion

let it nurture them

let them feed off its odd

let it nestle them

let it be their god

then put this faith

in the obscure things & the details

like moss & lichen on a post

an opaque stain on the dog-shelf

the many traces of utmost

& the rest should look after itself

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(author notes; dog-shelf is slang for floor)

the monkey in me


Whilst climbing trees

to feel closer to God

& perchance

clasp the beard

of the cheeky old sod

something simian stirred

from pre-human history

in its current Chinese year

- it's the monkey in me.





Yes, there's a monkey in me

there's a monkey

 in you

there's a monkey in the vicar

& your mother

obviously too

as evolution does its things

in regards to time & ape

but we're not that different really

'cause everyone's primate

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