ONE VEIL OR ANOTHER

like

an

alien

&

taxonomic ivy

blooming subtly 

up

the

stains & masonry

of 

your amalgam memory 

age 

grows

a 

special perspective

that i find impossible 

to competently impart

something about 

the importance of coincidence

the myth of confidence

& the ley lines of the soul

or is that just me ?

anyway
time takes one veil or another

off for dry cleaning
if youre doing it right 

& watching too

DIFFERENT DRUMMINGS

walking up our street

theres a woman
at sunrise

out loud saying 

a good morning
to the small people

i assume behind 

the low garden walls

that i cannot see

~

& watching 
i am listening

to my own dawn chorus

of cosmic country

no one else can hear

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there