Kit Kelen #579 - the whole ship pitching

579

the whole ship pitching

the riot chorus all directions

things fall from the sky

you couldn't credit

the mulberry alight with leaves

all I could carry is here

how long the years of here-I-am still

or again

or at least I hope

that's something to be sung

*

it starts with a sun

says that's how far

you could be any planet

you're not

you're here

you're this

I'm lost in a fold

of whatever it is

some bus is passing for a road

I have to think once I painted this floor

now roll around

soft mat

*

it's always like that

and never before

you could think you were dreaming out here

it's illegible

but the eye runs back over

*

having arrived

I must be here

weather as well

that's harder and harder to believe

*

we open onto sunshine at this

we conjure up the rain

and tank it

pipe it round the place

but mainly let it fall

shit is to earth

we dig a hole

*

something looks like a bird

and sings

it's gone

I take a picture in

I think it all can be shared

like knowledge

how many pages are there to go?

*

dawn never could be called a chorus

never could have been

the music I have in mind's not mine

feel that if the head were truly open

it might never fill

*

come in a cloud of dust and I go

myself, I'm the one voice

short of a silence

brash handed

I'm rotating too

little sun myself

now I'm tasked with it

and bounden

neither to be let nor hindrance

and as in duty bound

must ever humbly pray