MITHERED ON THE WAY

problems divined

with ham & a slide rule

i approach their roots

with bubble wrap & blades

mustered brain tools

wrapped in a gauze

of understanding 

& frozen & loosened 

& baked & mithered 

along the roman way

that was a trip not a journey

& amazed at love

SUMMER POP

the day is here

like the night never was

its harsh & infinite triangle

showing

blue as scrubs & sharp like blades

there 

between the ikea blackouts 

clouds forgotten again

in its rush to begin

FOUND LIST 3

 

space exploration (not me)

the glow ?

photo the birds
in the blue expanse powder

toy town & top hats

coffee run
coffee run

raw meat pie bomb

dawns silver blades

the orange is scarlet & white

short term silicone bath plug

mock normcore

photo Sky #112 from the Dagenham Archive

ODD BAGGAGE, A QUINTOPLOP ( PLAYDOH / PLASTIC ZEN )

the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage

and as if its playdoh
we 
rebuild 
its 
  pummeled 
    fingerprint 
      kaleidoscope
into 
  rough 
    rushed 
      story shapes
of
  magic proof 
  & 
  emergency confirmation

~

the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage

important moments - 
    love & death 
    modern epiphanies 
        &
    any 
      plastic zen 
    we 
      half achieved

is packed carefully in the carry-on

the tar and blades that cant be touched
go
in
the
deep cold hold

until the loss of cabin pressure
when
we
fall / crash / oh no
into
an
inevitable 
spread wreckage of everything

~

the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage

it stinks of childhood

the living room carpet before saturday tea

the new shoes that bite and coloured pencils

the first days of school / that formative confusion
before
you
have
to
live

before the adult stink 
of 
tobacco / mints / old slippers

tarnished metal brooches
&
dense toilet funk

becomes your own

~

the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage

roll
it
out
to show around the room
when
hearts
are
in
the
hearth

proud of it - depending
              on
              the company

tailor it with caveats if youre not

its a pick and mix jelly
of
sugar
rush
and
headaches

~

the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage

it sits on your face at night

a suffocating memory salad
heavy 
with 
stale 
crutons

or garden grown tomatos
that are
sweet-fresh
wet-crisp
and
unbearably
light

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