SOFT ARCHAEOLOGY

i would go 

once again 

to the places

i have been 

to see what of me

i might find there

in the memory

of streets

& the minds

of hills

~

time has never known 

what its to do with me

& i am infested 

with its minutes

&

backwatered 

by the tides

of its great bowl

MULTIMEDIA FYI

fyi 

these poems

that i fold into the electric river 

are multimedia pieces

i assume 

you provide music of your choice
& look to nature
for a light show

colour

texture

&

context

as & when

you

find & read

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 2/5

 

ten years ago i started this blog

i look back at the red flags

i laugh 

i suspect its only humorous to me

& if i ever lose me again

i know where i left me 

see - thats funny

i find a diary smoked thru a prism

i find repetition

repetition seems unavoidable

i see blueprints & deconstruction

a diy Ford Dagenham kit

youre welcome 

even tho i fear the big sea

heres some naval metaphors -

its a rudder / anchor / sail

its the captains mess

its a flotsam / jetsam wake

its a lifeboat / a dry dock

its a sextant in the night fog

also - its a rock & a hard place

(thats what she said)

the television will not be revolutionised

2011 blockchain made the dictionary

     wild flag wild flag

     ellen johnson sirleaf

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

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