I think I have stolen this Good Mood?
Perhaps.
Is it because I don’t put my head down when I am walking? At the moment
anyway.
Tomorrow will it
be at the bottom of my bag
bent?
People don't take care of things they find or...
...steal.
I was in a rush and then I forgot about it
and slowed down...
...and
was late.
I am early when I am nervous and history is proving that my nerves are relaxed
these days.
I seem to have collected it somewhere between here, right here
and six years into the future, that’s what I am thinking about, whilst being late and slowing down
and picking up
The Good Mood.
Collecting it and smiling about change that I don’t have to deal with...
...for at least four of the next six years.
THAT’s
when I started to walk,
slowly.
I dwell in a tunnel.
I saw some of myself today, just a little.
A bit. Of myself.
I admit this in the tunnel because there are no
shadows.
It is dark so
i can’t stare at the good bits.
Angles above the eye, but below the eyebrow,
the cheek bone.
The places that cast shadow and I always enjoy
these bits
of Me.
I saw a bit
just a bit
of me today, across a table, not ominous... but
...with a much faster heartbeat.
No point dwelling.
It will only make me
more late.
Tomorrow
I’ll think it was...
...healthy.
To have
just a quick slip in and out of the body
mindful
not to stretch it and
loose its shape.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Rambling Draft
Voice One: Stitch up your sides!
Voice Two: STITCH!
Voice Three: KNIT!
ALL: MEND!
Voice One: Sit in the gutter with your needle work
Voice Three: It’s been exciting that’s for sure.
Voice Two: We’ve burst the seams/
Voice One: You’ve burst the seams?
Voice Three: THE SEAMS HAVE BURST!
Voice Two: Souls spilling...
Voice One: Watch!
Voice Two: Everywhere/
Voice One: like oily puddles in the supermarket car park.
Voice Three: They’ve been crying.
Voice One: We all cried.
Voice Two: It is true that those who burst shed tears.
Voice Three: Eyes are tired from crying/
Voice One: Eyes are glazed and shine like the inside of a foil wrapper.
Voice Two: The wrapper of a chocolate bar/
Voice One: in the hands of the boy in the car park/
Voice Three: he didn’t have to cry/
Voice Two: this time round/
Voice One: he walked out of the automatic doors, sweet in hand.
Voice Three: His blood like ours is thick and greasy.
Voice One: He holds it in.
Voice Two: Holds it in?
Voice Three: He has not burst.
ALL: MEND!
Voice Two: They don’t want to sit in the gutter.
Voice Three: We can’t have people spilling everywhere.
Voice One: My eyes are sore/
Voice Three: It’s the glare, the reflection.
Voice One: The Soul is bright/
Voice Three: It is very bright.
ALL: MEND!
Voice Two: Stitch up the sides.
Voice One: Everyone has an acquaintance good at handy work.
Voice Three: Everyone knows a mother.
Voice Two: Are Mother’s good at handy work?
Voice Three: It all depends on whether or not the wounded are students.
Voice One: Why?
Voice Three: Because you have better social skills if you’re learning...
Voice Two: What if you’ve already learnt? What if you have finished learning?
Voice One: The students, they cultivate conversation/
Voice Three: study is social.
Voice One: Haven’t you noticed/
Voice Three: That you aren’t very good at making conversation anymore?
Voice Three: Everyone always talks about the same thing.
Voice One: The eternal monologue, It’s a bore....
Voice Two: Surely the spilling, the leak with be a good conversation starter
Voice One: I just want a clean line; I want rows of them in the gutter, mending themselves.
Voice Three: We should all take care
Voice Two: We are very precious
ALL: MEND!
Voice Two: STITCH!
Voice Three: KNIT!
ALL: MEND!
Voice One: Sit in the gutter with your needle work
Voice Three: It’s been exciting that’s for sure.
Voice Two: We’ve burst the seams/
Voice One: You’ve burst the seams?
Voice Three: THE SEAMS HAVE BURST!
Voice Two: Souls spilling...
Voice One: Watch!
Voice Two: Everywhere/
Voice One: like oily puddles in the supermarket car park.
Voice Three: They’ve been crying.
Voice One: We all cried.
Voice Two: It is true that those who burst shed tears.
Voice Three: Eyes are tired from crying/
Voice One: Eyes are glazed and shine like the inside of a foil wrapper.
Voice Two: The wrapper of a chocolate bar/
Voice One: in the hands of the boy in the car park/
Voice Three: he didn’t have to cry/
Voice Two: this time round/
Voice One: he walked out of the automatic doors, sweet in hand.
Voice Three: His blood like ours is thick and greasy.
Voice One: He holds it in.
Voice Two: Holds it in?
Voice Three: He has not burst.
ALL: MEND!
Voice Two: They don’t want to sit in the gutter.
Voice Three: We can’t have people spilling everywhere.
Voice One: My eyes are sore/
Voice Three: It’s the glare, the reflection.
Voice One: The Soul is bright/
Voice Three: It is very bright.
ALL: MEND!
Voice Two: Stitch up the sides.
Voice One: Everyone has an acquaintance good at handy work.
Voice Three: Everyone knows a mother.
Voice Two: Are Mother’s good at handy work?
Voice Three: It all depends on whether or not the wounded are students.
Voice One: Why?
Voice Three: Because you have better social skills if you’re learning...
Voice Two: What if you’ve already learnt? What if you have finished learning?
Voice One: The students, they cultivate conversation/
Voice Three: study is social.
Voice One: Haven’t you noticed/
Voice Three: That you aren’t very good at making conversation anymore?
Voice Three: Everyone always talks about the same thing.
Voice One: The eternal monologue, It’s a bore....
Voice Two: Surely the spilling, the leak with be a good conversation starter
Voice One: I just want a clean line; I want rows of them in the gutter, mending themselves.
Voice Three: We should all take care
Voice Two: We are very precious
ALL: MEND!
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