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In The Groove

IN THE GROOVE

Erase old programs
They are no longer serving
Get out of the way

The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn

THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

It’s one step forward
Two steps back – or so it seems
Dreams become nightmares
The darkest hour they say
Occurs just before the dawn

Who Knows

WHO KNOWS

We breathe in and out
Or at least that’s how it seems
Perhaps we dream it?

Hope Sweet Home

HOPE SWEET HOME

I ceased my dreamings
Of anywhere but today
Et voilà, c’est ça!

Wet Dream

WET DREAM

Flesh! Bang! Wallop! God!
The tide washes over me
And I awaken

One For Pippa

ANA & BruNo

Past Fancies

PAST FANCIES

Plying one another with youth
This prattle of inconsequence
Hucksters, twitching to and fro
Reinstigating further dialogue
Now you seem me, now you …

… scramble for stable geolocation in an
Imaginary empyreal fractal geometry
Recall now all those fell off the map
Who never quite made the grade
Who never ran the full course

Languishing yet in one’s mind’s eye

For Our Eyes Only

FOR OUR EYES ONLY

Nothing to hide
Nowhere to hide it

Nowhere to hide then
Except behind illusion

Nothing to see here
Move along

Pataphysics

Elena
…..
…..
PATAPHYSICS

Staid and straitlaced
Old Plato and Socrates
Armoured me in their logic

Received one day an e-mail
From a Russian doll, dreamy
Flirty and hardly laced at all

One by one she shed her layers
As those three superfluous
Letters just melted away

Woke to find mice elf naked
Lost in the labyrinth of Amour
Where all logic’s but a dream

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MATRYOSHKA

This poem too is not always what it seems. 😉

No Breeze To Shoot

NO BREEZE TO SHOOT

Released: memories;
Future imaginations.
What path left to walk?