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The Real

THE REAL

Simply cloud castles
While who is out or in there
To decide The Real?

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I Am, Therefore I’m Not

I AM, THEREFORE I’M NOT

On the other hand …
I have several fingers
Which do not agree

Cue

CUE

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

Cue: Fish
Swimming along alone
Unwittingly … Alarmingly … Lost
In some pea soup or other
Cue: Foghorns

(Cue: Definition
“Anything said or done
On or off stage, that is followed
By some specific line or act”)

Cue: Some moment designated: LOVE
Containing its own built-in distress
Statutory though … So no blame then
And with also some kind of kindness
Inserted just to be on the safe side
As Spring springs to life past Winter
Hmmm … Seems time to learn to listen to learn from Nature

As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, whole lives
Slip by missed since busy spent seeking top marks
Spent forging on from nought to zero and back
For where’s the harm? Where’s the harm?
After all, after all, what’s zero after all
But the ground from whence all …

Hearts grow cold, a cold unnoticed
Hearts go to seed, to lockstep
Lockstep, lockstep, lockstep
From here and now to eternity
Nowhere now forever forever
Unnoticing the Eternity
Already here

Drowning in a homegrown madhouse
TVnRADIO busy busy busy working
Busy bent normalising the unforgivable
Exuding daily an utter absence of gorm
So good to have a friend though
Even if it is kind of imaginary

Children knew what those are all about
Before some way or another forgetting
Alas a loss alas a loss alas a loss
Brightness of eye now bedimmed yet body
Not yet quite hunted to extinction
Has and retains a mind of its own

Descended from apes
… Just not very far
… And not always in the right direction
Sheep bleat, mumble
“Don’t push at the back there”
An immodest silence
Opens and closes

Stuck fast twixt yes or no, cheese or chalk
Meaninglywhile preferring another option
A timeless walleyed stare into the abyss
Doomed to this personal threshold

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 58.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/10/10/weekly-writing-challenge-58/

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Who

WHO

Who knew that there is
No one there to understand
That you understand?

Postprandial Pals

POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

Engrossed

ENGROSSED

Here it is we are
You see I write we not I
A work in progress

Page Nineteen

PAGE NINETEEN

Here on page nineteen
There are sentences that think
That they wrote themselves

Chase That Tail

CHASE THAT TAIL

One being
One moment
No escape
From or to

No need

Masque Balls (Republished)

MASQUE BALLS

Waking dreams, flights of fancy;
mind’s eyes bright as phantasy,
conjoined twins wax ecstatic.
Tripping lightly the old fantastic,
“To battle!” both genders cry,
as ladies, painted, bustle slyly by,
caught up in nature’s rapture,
discreetly intent on decorous capture;
while line on line of plumed hussars
– Theirs not to reason why – give forth huzzahs.

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Musings on the mating game.

Open Wide Please

OPEN WIDE PLEASE

Thou art therefore I am
I am therefore thou art
As mirrors face to face
Facets of one juncture

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