Kit Kelen #887 - live in a forest

887

live in a forest

leaves drift down

never hear the tall ones drink

never hear what sun says

I live in a forest

it comes with clouds

with mould and lichen

there's every colour in it

the blue sets off

right round the stone

no one ever threw

or planets of a night

come silent

in their distance

inside the sky

under the stars

this is my address

I live in a forest

hear the rain

listen for the road

all in the after glisten

I live in a forest

admit that it is

I can think of many reasons

fear of fire

or wanting some

walls to hold up

and furniture

and instrument

the tree is after loved

with roof

you'll look out

live the forest

and let's say home

because we're here

and welcome all!

join us strangers

perhaps you'll find the forest fruits

and see what we can't

those who climb

most wordlessly

they make my day

consider every creature

mourn the ones now gone

leaf drift

and glisten in the after fall

lit just when sun says

here's where we let the moment in

it's with us all the day

and sleep on it

to dream your tree

then you'll admit

you live in a forest

with mists

and cow edge

chimney for winter

I think you know the song

and on account of being here

we owe the ones are gone

didn't you once plant a seed?

and all the years to here

your heart

that moon's for an example to us

and stars (no longer city seen)

they're as far back as you go

no one to wave to up there, not yet

seems like the forest is it for us

for every one round here

all the valley wakes to this wonder

of forest either side

don't you sometimes blink

it's still there

let's not blink till it's gone

live in a forest

still see the sky

ask when did the saw become a machine

that was really a help

and nails - how did they get into a gun?

it's day to day we do it

you won't notice all that's gone

the rain

the sunshine

we're collectors

and feed

a forest lives in us

little bird told me

I'm here to translate

and shiver me timbers

a river runs through

tide's rising

an Ark

and biblical too!

is it weather will blow this all away?

it's great swaggering dollar

with smoke

curse of growth

I came for beauty, quiet, calm

you can see how much trouble I am

it's like a religion I commit

to this love of here I am

and leave it better after

I live in a forest

a leaf falls

follow with your eyes

no need to be like that

I'll take my model from these trees

they know how to stand

Rob Schackne #669 - "A vagrant pineapple"

           A vagrant pineapple

           powerful and implacable
           doesn't belong to me

           Avalokiteśvara yeah
     
           might be gone tomorrow
           are you really on facebook
           I can't find you to befriend

           I heard it once
           I can remember it again

           a real good case for reincarnation

           compassion yeah

Kit Kelen #886 - two mother ones - inventory of you and webster pack

886 

two mother ones 

inventory of you

the book of mother was and did

so many things piled

each a decision

up for

once proud

twice shy

smitten

with the tooth

that sine qua non

of pirate you

Bob's your uncle

the nursery rhyme with

things people won't say anymore

so much hidden away

the cupboards

and the table tops

once part kiss

and arms to hold

like Billy-o

mares eat oats and does eat oats

a clever quip you were

now so much underwear

o toreador, don't spit on the floor

snatch song from inside out the air

wise saws, most inherited

were gold were then

grandfather said

wash hands before and after reading

and go outside to play

seen and not heard

some unworthy half thought

formed from a bigoted age

becomes a hunch, takes hold

in absence of

little lambs eat ivy

don't bite

don't give them the satisfaction

the mad woman's washing

was always hung straight

and motherhood

let's not forget

that was a statement she made

all bags to Vinnies now

but let me make you once-was

tuck cosy into that

I dream old friends back to life

won't you come home Bill Bailey?

and nothing to mar our joy

I dreamt the milk was off

I couldn't smell it though

webster pack

what day is it today?

how many in the week?

this one for pain

and here's the clock stop

for the heart

and for the blood

this one cause you're too sweet

words will no longer be spelt

or what you call it

blister

whole month here

this one with water

this one with wine

down you all go

I'm young when once

why not?

what if a month is Sundays

what if a blue moon

once upon

having survived amazement

run the machine

the sun is shining

swallow these down

and live

jeffree skewes #47 2 seconds

2 seconds 

I'll be there
just for you

I won't bring
other stuff
confusion
their problems
issues

when I get
to you

my attention
will be yours

2 seconds... 

Rob Schackne #668 - "But no tragedy"

                But no tragedy
                my dear
                I think I found
                most of it
                you were right
                it waited
                in odd places
                before the corner
                near the bed
                in the shower
                in the kitchen sink
                it wasn't for this
                I'd have been dead long ago

Kerri Shying R #465 - compete with things that fly

Listen to the cold bats chatter    still time before

the loquats  come up ripe    how can the

green-fuzzed hardness  of their  present stave off

 the time for nets   and hand-to-hand fighting 

it makes it seem like summer  when you

compete with things that fly

listen for them wheeling through the night

cackling in the wee small hours    building

buttress to their trickery   I become

a woman on a porch  speaking  

keep on driving   you  touch the fruit  you die

Thirty Summers # 134 Claine Keily

To nap in the afternoon, to marvel at starfall are acts of rebellion by someone born a 'she', a she who has parents chained to a life working in shops. Today I create a revolution made out of the dreams I have of sloth, while I wash carpets and feed the animals by hand so as they can be warm, their bellies full of sunny hay.

Weekends are made of this, for I drive so far to my workplace and I am then hammered down by the children who want only to practice cruelty or to play. I am making a practice of learning to see in their behaviour a job I never planned for, in which I no longer teach literature, but rather sharpen my skills at knowing when to praise and when to walk away.

Kit Kelen #885 - before words

885

before words

it's all firstness

of course we are so cute

it's perfectly we come

from mother muck

and father far

and all unknown to be

isn't any order but up

and daisy

let's see out of this roof

nothing to puke into yet

won't see how putrid

eyes not open

nor to dream

though where else are we from?

first time I found winter

it was in a poor man's coat

lung bite

ash hands

bone to the point

so dig

world's in the under all

who's willing?

yay even unto a chamber of dust

you have to imagine first bird to be there

and colour of never before

a violin

all ages after

now the sunshine means

these are the people you're with

get used to it

and you're the bubble blown

Kerri Shying R # 464 - drumhead cabbages solid through the heart

you cooked me sausages   the creamy boiled German ones

that tear like silk voile on the tooth   pale not bland

another surprise in our  sweet cul de sac   safariland

of small dogs   unleashed   seeking the other out

little fur missiles  whimpering  at gates  where like calls to like  

 drumhead cabbages  solid through the heart

fattening for the sustenance   of winter  people 

impervious to bugs  that lay the summer  greens  to waste

we are the long strides   taken  when  the fire

so easy to ignite  in young creek beds   is taken on the road 

hidden from the air until the moment comes    to breathe

Kit Kelen #883 - studies for seven ages - think of childhood and it's gone

883

studies for seven ages

think of childhood and it's gone

but where it went we can still follow

crackle of static to say

it's slip away under

and still taste it now

like snow

like fresh rain fallen

here's the puffing house

for winter

first frost to sweeten

from where the sun

first was imagined

or you'll say older than

then it gets used to us

stops complaining so much

it's vanish if a world

and stretched to it

planted a letterbox mid-forest

by woodsmoke in this rise of weeds

simple breeze

and all the letters came

look up to stars

to cloud

as gone

where it went

you still can follow

it isn't a place

where we are

Rob Schackne #667 - Promises to Keep (after RF & KdK)

Promises to Keep
                                  
                        after RF & KdK

Whose blood this is
I think I know
his home is nowhere
or nowhere near

anyway he is gone
he is dark and deep
he won't see me stopping here
inside an alley way

these streets aren't mine
there are no easy winds
it isn't lovely
there's been some mistake

not so far to go
not so far to go
it isn't lovely
I have promises to keep

Kristen de Kline #206 whose blood is this

+
where is the sky
are you crazy
who let the dogs out
whose blood is this

+
you hear them talking
down at Lakeside:
they're all
still breathing
the girl,
who set herself
on fire,
she's made it
through
the night

+
he bangs on your wall
Josef, with his feet
calling out
something
about God and 'Nam
doing lines with Courtney Love
being spat on at a Sex Pistols gig
is he laughing now
or crying
nobody
knows

+
the next morning
the Uber driver
takes off in the wrong direction
you're left standing
on the tag:
YOUNG & DUM
looking
for the sky
dabbing blood up
with a soggy Kleenex
listening to
pins   
drop
bombs   
fall
one
by
one

Rob Schackne #666 - "Scary"

Scary
the memento mori
between acts
as plain as
the nose on your face
no one spared
what a dance
the clown
goes outside to smoke
& a little whisky
cold autumn night
coughing
the applause

Kit Kelen #882 - winter piece

882

winter piece

further further

into the dark

and worst foot forward

cling to this line

as a life buoy

foot after foot

won't see through this smoke

and then the fire's cold

rain in earnest then

and it could be forever too

shapes, colours ­- only memory

and what if morning doesn't come?

then night will be deeper

into the dark

cursed awake to know

this wind between the ears

all thoughts away

black dream

and down

huddle

naked in it

chilled to bone

the moon goes

and the stars are bung

forever night

as at a pole

darker and darker

you do it yourself

you can wake up dead

from winter

you can do this on a clear blue day

will you cosy up with?

do you think you can eat your way out?