Jeffree Michael #74 These words

I write these lines 
to speak to you 
as I do 
no other way

connections across time
live streams content and memories
maybe joyful insightful beautiful useful
no matter why 

these words calibrated
insist on their own attention
a simple servant and complicit
stagehand I play my role

without really knowing where
all this will lead
one day tomorrow now somehow 
art's attended

don't judge my other hand
who feels compelled
to write
another story

celebrate ways 
days doings leavings 
mine the oddles 
of meaning

waiting's not a question
no answers stick
echos repeat endlessly
differing voices

nor so-called perfection
so hallelujah too
won't save the next
extinction

these words
tumble out
after going round
somewhere else

rested together here
just for a moment
to consider where
to go 

next...

image: reading poetry at Tuggeranong Bus exchange May 2019