new day

the world is full of sin and mordant depravity.
and human beings are ludicrous apes. now
this is the first thing you say upon waking.
and you know it not to be true. what is true?
true means level. you say a beam is true,
or a cut, or person. you say they are true blue

now you want to go walking outside and there are leaves
on the ground and they are many as the people are many
they plummet, twirl and cluster as do the people?
what a shitty metaphor. well, you try. but have you been?
I am now. Oh I surely am now. but you know what that Great
Man said about trying

the morning is full of light of one kind or another. I say now
that there is no sinister light, not the moon certainly, I don't know
maybe if you were looking down into a volcano
perched on the rim like a carapace
or I guess I mean parapet
but carapace is interesting,
interesting that that would have occured to me to say
because I think I have none

well this is all but for dithering

but. here is an idea:

the grey mist

and water is the landscaper; you step out on that runway every morning; bear it every morning; feel it moving every morning; The runaway runway; I am a fast hand on a cliche; So what? So aren't you? it's a passthrough. this here is just a passthrough

mah mah mouth it

You always mouth it up so much.
You'd kill for that boy's touch
Mash it out and walk away.
Come back again some other day.

Urge the mind.
Nursery rhymes.
Cursive line.
Urgent times.

>>>

Mott Cromby

Walks off into the pale mist.

See you later.

serendipity to the maximum

serendipity to the maximum
comes around for me
every time I get into this mood
where I want to reclaim my life
and be fulfilled

I think it might be God

Clandannat Road

The gas stations explode down on Clandannat Road
I am high above drinking on the cliffs
Where Chactaqualqa laid his risen bones
A thousand years ago this moonrotten night

the bee

I've got you now
(The shell of a bumblebee
woven allongside my path)
Oh, I've got you now

I see now, I see more clearly now
The way. Your way.
Who has not sinned in pride?
Who has not sinned, so many times?