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08.17

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Platitude

I am good at platitudes
They are like conifers that grow to block the cherished view
As if they shouldn’t be there and have been planted deliberately
By desultory neighbours who haven’t spoken over the garden fence for years
Chew the fat
Park your car on someone else’s drive
Take a nap

The young people are making a noise through the ceiling
For a joke they polish laminate floors with a magic wand
And i can hear them laughing

The greatness of a city
Should not be judged by the sophism of its real estate agents

There is something oddly proprietorial but absent about living
My meaning gets caught up in what i am trying to say
Ride the waves
Have you

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Anxiety

My thoughts become mannerisms of prospect
As the dog chases a tennis ball over cut grass
I notice the green and the quiet
Windless, this season whips silence in the trees
Their boughs sway and rattle in their empty spaces of departure
Sticks and stones chase angels out of frying pans
O force me not into the fire O misgiving one
Which version of myself is this
Am i just chasing dogs and cars
Dreams and charlatans
I kick over the embers of last night’s sleep pattern
Don’t worry
Soon the insolent racket of combustion engines will cease
The ferry will unload
And the noisy procession of bristling Irish bikers who have sailed
To the mainland for a rally
Will pass
And time return to valueless minutes
Who knows i may even wake up

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The trouble with being punctual is that nobody’s there to appreciate it – Franklin P. Jones (And after Voltaire)

I was not late
Instead i deliberately missed my appointment with fate
The panel was apparently assembled
And read my blueprint for design before the appointed time
They handed it between each other lest i arrive in dread
So they could agree on what questions they would ask
Such as why do i want to know my destiny
Why do i want this role as pamphleteer of the infinite pulled to earth
And would i like a glass of water
Because i seem somewhat agitated

I’m not flustered I’m just nothing
Have been forgotten by the four winds
There is no rainbow nor an end
To this, to all my suffering
I realised long ago there is no God
And if there is then it is we who are afraid to laugh

Do i have your attention now

I didn’t go
I don’t want to know

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The Great Reveal

Open your eyes
Follow
That procession of co-elided corrosive corpses
Polished boxes of strategic cinders
Don’t you know it’s rude to pass
Just not done
Be late instead
Though the dead are hardly likely to start without you

Make your way to the spacious crem
Its chimney belching silent shades of burnt coffee burnished breezily
There are three ‘e’s in ‘exterior’
Know your alphabet
Spill the words like runes onto cobbled streets
Read the cobblestones
They say ‘DESIST AND DISCOVER’

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Handstands

Hapless the winds rush
Do your handstands on the stairs
I thought i recognised you
Or the cupboard you were carrying
Look at this sow’s ear I’ve made
Out of a silk purse
Have embroidered a motif on the front
‘No more bacon for breakfast’
Why does everything taste of pig
Even the shit

And then you die
And all you are remembered for
Is the unfashionable lining of an empty purse when it’s turned out

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Cliffhanger

The enigma of the empty steps
Shops stocked looking blearily into the street
Square glass frontages are like drooping eyes
There is a wooden angularity to regret
Blunt the edges I with much compassion
Let civil servants squat beneath a canopy of bodhi trees
Enlighten to let or for sale
Kitchens are for millionaires
Effect embrace to mediocre catwalk thugs
No way out
Don’t try
Remarkable somehow

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