some shapes & ideas. old atrefacts endured. certain
mitsakes with spelling. enjoyed the work seen recently,
backwards applause while others kniw wire. the garden
tools lined up neatly needing the white wash wall. ivy
i will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside
another. red & white. they say it will change my life.
meanwhile i prod boxes.
hot fitful evening.
wine and itching skins.
enigmatic man. again continued
the interview. good teeth, skin aging well
despite the sun.
he answered questions
beautifully, mysteriously sayng,
that he could say nothing
about most things.
he may have been
a spy, for the cia.
it is the royal welsh
it is a source of inspiration, and research. it is written, yet having writ. we use. imagination, add a dose of suggestion, slightly thinking this is fact we do not move on when perhaps we should. so moving on quickly……
maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing. need to count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely, leads us onward.
what about this list, to do it before you die, well as she said, you probably can’t do it after. some may disagree – another belief. we try not to judge, yet that bucket was not worth five pound,so
we paid two.
ready for later.
some things cannot be put to word.
i try. hard. you lay there cold.
i stumble stutter say sounds backwards.
think i know? i thought i knew
there is silence. some socks
will not fit the drawer.
some things need tidying.
there were bits of cabbage in the water,
now they are down the sink.
lift the cotton, look again.
cover the place with whiteness.
pink is pretty, white is clean.
they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.
they wish to spend freely
in this place, not care
for these things.
she said i will write of it, remember and she is correct.
the day at the national library, all red carpet for us,
empty cabinets, tapes left dusty.
we watched the serving, watched him drinking
five glasses of water before he walked away.