Kit Kelen #712 - just about ready for house arrest

712

just about ready for house arrest

come to the end of things

make my own dust

here in the forever house

riffs ring

and take my capsules of time

you think there's something armslength here?

where everything is still to be written

and I'm from nowhere too

and here we are because ...

some days inhabit ache

it's not a corner

it's wider than worlds

painting some self in

there's no address for this

the animal antics

rut and gorge

solicitous at times

and snifter

nightcap

dram

puff

afloat on a pigment raft

won't last

there's no one pays attention to

no one's flimsy as me

or else it's how the day points

and bend to pick it up

you open either end for a breeze

and who blows in?

strings!

the old cigar of dad's

ages upon us here

My Lord Professor

I address myself

Napoleonic, self-ennobled

magnificence - that's him

a reign of tin and sky

comrades genuflect

with me

and raspberate

this is our democracy

and better than

there's no one here

takes no people at all

beyond obscurity!

my patch

I go from here to nowhere

I think you're coming

no one will see me

here in the treasure house

all of the clocks got safely away

I do my best with loving

head swells until it pops

and just for a moment so sad

we have to go, the lot

all of which is just to say

practising detachment

or I'm not really here