Monthly Archives: March 2015

Fizzing foreheads.

This tube inside my furrowed brow
All made of electric signals,

It’s locked up tight when I can’t quite
Separate event from symbol

But when it flows
Good God I know,
Let mallet hit gong cymbal.

So read this and die
With gorged third eye
And think another thing rhyming with signal.

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You will.

You will bend
Around such rocks
As activity & work
Or any chosen pursuit
– but will you bend
Like a stick or like water?

You will flow
Into and find the next pursuit
And inevitably keep busy
– but will you flow
Like tar or like water?

You will catch
In the winds of uncertainty
And buffet
In the breeze of unpredictability
– but will you be caught
Like a plastic bag
Or will you catch and mould and soar
Like the wing of the bird?

You will break
With the weights of
Events & time
– but will you break like the branch
Under too heavy a load
Or like the seed coming free
From the frond
And falling towards
The fertile
Earth?