this the midday cone of water & your grin
a translucent fizzle underneath, prepped &
captured, neutrinos complicit in a perky array
of circumstance. nice.
was this the first year without resolve?
after learning everything via movie dialogue
i complied the send times of your emails:
mapped out a curvaceous graph line,
rendered it eye-colour green for the reports,
there are no other topics normal friends discuss.
whatever. a battle of memory-maps – that merge right
sign becomes that rock-face becomes the bay –
purposeful turn-offs waves of liquid image: sorry!
i’ve wasted all my good compliments. zadie was
jumping at the swell of new things, expansive
in the wind, scenery. i only really think long-form
while driving then attempt a recapture.
wrote: so much for not hurting people then re-
thought the sentiment. the expression. deletions
a new form; ageing is just the gradual discovery
of more pain. it’s exciting if nothing else.
i felt irritated in my dream with a bank of hazy cloud
blocking the early light. twice eighteen now less
worried, sometimes, with the bellbird bell a weird
sforzando marker. the crackle of a stick & side-boob
from afar. he was able to say ‘before you were born’
like it mattered (with those oncoming storm clouds).
your tone of voice frays & i’ll read more into that later.
an interlude of sorts, time for thinking in whole sentences,
chunks of data flowing near the amenities block but sketchy
otherwise, a toothpaste residue always in the mud.
has anyone ever had it this hard? lighthouse keepers,
socialites, tech experts, ex-pats.. finally listened back
over the new monologue: learnt, mastered, spat.