#vss365 #matters

How much matter could be placed on the head of a pin in the pockets of the angels there enjoying the way strands weave this time into a jumper, a scalf, a rug of floating seaweed, anything not to know what stitch will come next, which way the matter will turn, and will be

#vss365 #health

<all things that follow a cough>

was it the singer first, or the guitar, or the drums on the recording

a reminder that anything can be sound to a microphone

a gentle bump, air between points of contact with the amplifier

or another cough

more air, more pollen, more smoke

music

#vss365 #reflection

I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane

#vss365 #achievable

It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now

The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning

Years ago i entered a competition titled "design for death" and one of the finalists was this exact concept. It astonished me how few entries wanted to let go, which is the most fundamental and valuable part of death.

#vss365 #transport

I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next

Poem: how a pond must think a raindrop must be a stone

Amazing. An alternate on theme i wrote a while ago

Thanks for commenting on my entry. Gave me an excuse to scroll through and read this. This portrays so well what i am feeling currently. Amazing

Thank you. Appriciate it

#vss365

How hot does it have to be
for the far dancing things,
dying in the faintest breeze,
like they're trying to stop
the next sun and the next
from rising, so a moment
of mercury fills the glassy
night, and the #arid words
of the things i could be
as clear as stars shining
from a screen past me

Get ready for all the most vapid influencers to become a whole lot more interesting

#vss365 #blur
sliding on to a highspeed train
and a mountain, a thumb
covering so much of the world
it is hard to tell if anything happens
if there is still an opening
cut for the train to move through
or if it crumples into the unseen
part of the screen, where i rest
after flicking away more & more

#vss365

like two days ago
a truck
shook windows
towards addresses stuck
on whatever is in the back
and what I'd written
on a pad I've carried
for long enough to forget
where abything on it
could have come from
except i guess me
and a nameless world
that i try to fill with
a #sonorous truck

#vss365

#perhaps it is not on the other side
of the window, and there is a world
just as it is: posed, as I find a few
words amidst "coming soon" and tomorrow's
hammers, dust, and noise, the holes
in buildings that whoever that man is
sits in front of in the sun, dressed
like he is already there

I wish t building behind
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people

#vss365 #extrusion

As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,

the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind

out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace

I see the problem. That is much more work

What you need to be doing is setting work up on an odyssey of self-discovery. Find it a ship and set across the seas to find and fight and love the other work to tell tails of work exotic and undiscovered where goldy work still roams then wave and watch as it sails off into a calm tide

#vss365 #seethe

The city as once seething
beast settles in to whatever
expressions could be found
and sent home by the new
seasons tourists. It finds
so many times to be grateful
so many wishes sent away
on the backs of pictures
written you here, once alive
only by the sound of war

#vss365 #bionic

Like you have to open
a chest to find how it works
the thing that turns the world
to machine - bone to steel
smoking myth of a horizon
obscured by a breath
beating shores to the erosion
of wars and the promise
of the openness of death
in an otherwise fertile field
of machined words

#vss365 #pixie

And it flew in on the dust
of what used to be my mother

the magic of the world
fed to me by spoonfulls

by herself, the milk & perfume
of everything i couldn't

understand yet flown dust by what
i hoped was more than just a flicker

of caught passing car light
in the quiet city

Whatever is left of life by the end of day. The scraps we wrap around our tired limbs to see ourselves off to sleep

#vss365 #elm
On the way home
this time of year

I walk into the sun
& find a man & fire

dim leaves flickering
through the light, the air

is filled with cars, & I
ask "can you repeat that?"

to a fired engine, flit birds
& his lost words, & the light

bringing us all together
to a moment held still

Ahhh, to write plays when god still folded the infinite into the horizon

That dog does look like it has sniffed a lot of drugs

So this was all to get her off as well? lol

Imagine the only way to gain trust in any telesales and call centres was to employ exclusively 90+y/os with varying degrees of dementia to work the phones. Their inability to follow the conversation and constant dereailing into memories giving assurance to the person on the other end

#vss365
#enigma
I pick this thing up
like there'll be a hole
in the table where it lay

and what could be holding
it up now that it's in my hands
as if a table isn't used to holding

everything easily, was built
before to expect words,
stop them from rolling away

each time a hole opens in the world

Is that a long article saying "people dont read any more?"

Because the only people who will lose their relationship to text are the ones who were there begrudgingly anyway

Personally, i don't think AI will change much among readers. And will dominate Literature before literature

#vss365 #liminal

Like you could chase sunset
any other way but up & away
from the evening streets in an elevator
stopping at occasional floors
to see what people are doing
when they realise the sun is going
away, how they hold paper & shield
screens with their hands, as you fly
away from the earth