Hearing the trickling, stuttering, crickle-crackle magpie I saw you Arranging a twig by your feet Before leaving Flapping to a further tree. Where from the farthest reach of your invisible eye your brother or sister or lover or mother Gently clapped through the branches to a present perch Had I dreamed I was up there? …
Author archives: pasdelasbas
Talk about distraction
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Mourning Practice
I thought (no longer fond of thought) to visualise my mother and father. Finding myself surprised there they were on the other side of the kitchen table. I haven’t spoken about it much yet. Certainly not to them. I looked a little closer to see how they were doing. I was afraid. I drink my …
before thought
It startedWith Jazz 15 years old,Walking down Stoney Lane A tune in my head I couldn’t understandWhy Thinking followed Was I thinking and the music moved?Did the Music move my thinking?
What happened?
I took a step Didn’t stumble A moment later I carried on
So far
I am So far From heaven I believe Myself Invincible
Hi You
Do you think you’ve got somewhere? By thinking you have You are either here nor there.
You
You think you’ve got somewhereAnd you haveBut thinking is neither here nor there
Must be Ursa’s 18th birthday
Duh
enlightenment? inner realisation? autism? Who’d train in that?