Tuesday 22nd November

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“THE SKY LOOKS LIKE A SHELL” SHE SAID:

Skylarks leap into the sky, how does it feel? The world is in a
spin, a boy with vision of Angels (don’t get me started!).
The sound, the sound, it’s in your head, wishes come true, but
don’t get me started! Messengers cross thresholds, carrying time,
faces blooming with words. Word sing to me, hearts beat faster.
Songs of innocence & air-stewardesses pulling overnight cases asking
Tigers questions. Immortal shadow steps out into the road.
Oncoming traffic, the idea of everything, head on, staring into
the sun. Memory, fantasy, rivers run, dreaming growing whispers,
gathering.

(K)

Monday 21st November

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WE THE RESIDENTS:

The vote, the paper, the whip, the whip-round, amending the
amendments. Temperament & politics scoring points in a foul
wind for the good of the community.

Shave your face. Get your act together. Watch the time. The drive
is longer than yesterday.

(K)

Sunday 20th November

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WERE YOU LIKE THAT BEFORE YOU CAME?:

Wrapped up in obscenities, illuminated pictures for the memories.
Remember me this way, up, portal to a doll’s house virtue. Toys
promenade a precious mouth, a foghorn. Language, a fistful of spoons,
heads bowed in contemplation. A quiet place transformed into a cafe.
Loose change, cold hand in the morning, search the dark with a candle,
laces undone in shoes.

(K)

Friday 18th November

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ON THE FIFTH DAY:

Eating,
Typing,
Texting,
Leaving,
Running,
Breathing,
Travelling,
Listening,
Looking,
Watching,
Messaging,
Thinking,
Working,
Troubling,
Chilling,
Laughing,
Languishing,
Standing,
Stirring,
Hearing,
Healing,
Seeing,
Nothing,
Everything,
Anything,
Something.

(K)

Thursday 17th November

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THE INVENTION OF PRINTING:

Cutting & casting,
Font & Case,
Point,
Set,
Lining,
Invention,

Fifth dimension,
Aldine Italics,
World of specimens,
Foudlings,
Foundries,
Imprimerie Royales,

Families,
Impressions,
Diagrams,
Types,
A pair of printer’s cases,
The plane type of faces,

Frontiers,
Misreads,
Mis-spelts,
Perfection,
Mis-directions,
Connections.

(K)

Wednesday 16th November

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THE CROWN:

Illuminated in the rain of rush-hour,
Hissing tires roll,
Lights flash,
Horns,
Frowns,
Look-downs,
Tiny lilac skies carried on sticks,

Top-ups,
Cigarettes,
Soft mobile accessories,
Call the world for someone special,
Honey-Honey,
You’re The One,
Sat alone,

Waiting,
Waving in the corner,
Caught on camera,
Drinks water to recover,
Slicks back hair,
Scrubs up good,
Sleeps through the start of the world

Scratching an itch,
Romantic,
Wrong jacket,
Countdown to a rendezvous,
Pensive,
Listening to mouths,
Hopeful,

Smoothie cheesecake,
Watch the door,
The time,
The rain,
Wondering,
What’s up,
Telephoning,

The comes,
The goes,
The random glances,
Limited editions,
Crawl the walls,
Towards the sun,
Keep your clothes on.

(K)

Tuesday 15th November

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IMPORT SELECTED:

Everything painted Pink with sugar (just the same as normal),
Everything painted White with snakes & swirls,
Everything on special offer,
Everything with instructions,
Complications,
Choices,
Directions,

Look around,
See anything you fancy?
Go on,
You know you want it,

Everything walks through the door,
Is a picture,
Cleaver,
Broken,
Flash,
Healed,
Redeemed,
Ecstatic,
Lay on it’s back laughing at clouds,
Parked between cars,
As the sun goes down.

(K)

Monday 14th November

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IN THE GARDEN:

Wood,
China,
Bone,
Glass,
Silver,
Paper,
Lace,
Ceramic,
Wool,
Steel,
Oil,
Rubber,
Sugar,
Ink,
Stainless Steel,
Skin,
Hair,
Nails,
Teeth,
Gold,
Diamond,
Opal,
Ruby,
Paste,
Plastic,
Silence.

(K)

Sunday 13th November

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IN A QUIET PLACE:

You don’t know it, no, honest, you don’t. A corner off the map
with a slice of sweet. A bowl of something bitter for balance,
where voices tell stories, documenting time, evolving legends,
holding the line. Fire in the hand, back to the West side,
Prodigal Son-rise.

The phones don’t work here, don’t loose your hair-shirt. Talking,
putting everything right, mouth-to-mouth, mouth-to-ear, here & now,
mouth-&-trousers, runs like clockwork bananas. It’s cheaper down the
supermarket.

(K)