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Jazz Me Do

JAZZ ME DO

Memory splinters … Splinters linger on
Orphaned … Amputated … Alien
Earlier hellbent … Later bent
Like a banana
Like a tasty adventure
Up … Behind … To infinity and beyond

Like the neighbour who
Spotting the Buddha in the back garden asks
“What’s wit’ monk?”

Like a glance above wondering
In this boundless blossoming heaven
“What’s wit’ bird?”

What’s wit’ Bird?
Variations on a theme
Came a long long way to end up here
To land up here wondering
“What’s wit’ Miles
What’s wit’ all these miles an’ miles?”

Livelihood (9a)

LIVELIHOOD

Gnarled fingers
Bent reproducing
Miniature
Artefacts
Busy busy all day long
Buddhas for tourists

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Shadorma November

Fisher King

FISHER KING

A flash
another jolt

surreal four track

no heads up
ever

no warning
no sirens

a caramba switch
and sudden

to watch the outside
hanging from a cross
cross legged beneath a tree
rising into the sky
this moment

this one moment
this precious eternal
unanswerable moment

no time at all

tune in
tune out
forever

two-edged sword

on my left hand
the Fisher King
in my right
the day to day data
of me-ing

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