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From the sequence Are We Not Drawn ...
It's the second go
we're
not happy
that metaphor's melted
it's the global irony
which clung
and you caused it!
these words
don't stay long
what were
you thinking of
as if you are
a kind of reverse Houdini
I will stay here
ting! ting!
it's gone
off without you now
that preposterous shape
a mess of scree
and you want to stay
here again
oh this isn't vertigo
cue not far to go
cut puns fast - oh
it bucks
and buckles up
a long way down now
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shakily drawn
up
like peanuts about to be
hanged
sing gibberish to authority
good educational values
1950s or 1490s?
they burst the bus
those who are free
dance in the air
those who know they aren't
sing harder
the wind blows
also tonight
are you nostalgic
or simply on the side of power?
get off
and walk!
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trying
not to
these phrases do just come
oh yes?
like this
or sometimes that
a rip
and the whole page
gets bundled up & out
pick it up!
you claim it
your own original work
as if you were original
or as if
some kind of value added
the page
made more valuable
more beneficial to human living
really
it's a strange illusion
keeps though
this
moving onward
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tinted
stirred by the brightness of the evening
lurid
desperately clear
as if
the world's about to end
slip into the sea
we wouldn't want that
blinkety blink!
it's crept back
the opposite of waking
control it while
you can
that trick mechanism
out
of that little seed
shall grow
a universe
where every bit touches another
taste emptiness, earthling!
cold, clear, lurid
gorgeous golden browns
imagine waking up in the cinema
how beautiful & various this world
the one we don't live in
imagine
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to see beyond
foolish & dangerous
where rivers
go to
come from
equally uncertain
mud mostly
a foggy place
too steep or flat
few ideas
how to cope here
how then do we know this
is real?
it is just dirty
and that's the good thing
to relax into imperfection
let what's beyond
sweep around
curled
& unconstrained
Copyright
© Peter Philpott, 2006
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