NAUTICAL NOW OPEN FOR WAVES OF JOY

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

now that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …

multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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juddarwin
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ultimate reality haiku
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a matter of now
that all kinds of extension
are multples of
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juddarwin

a matter of now
that all kinds of extension
are multples of
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juddarwin
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ultimate reality haiku 2
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multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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juddarwin

yes i have not stopped
watching venus rise out words
become daily prayers
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juddarwin

as; like the muse i
knew: no, used to read of
even if long after I
could read only wordsworth
as though but he, worthwhile;
like i did that juliet kid &
ophelia’s hamlet, without
moving elsewh…

a time of light…
time by the sea
a special time of quiet…
space…the horizon
the edge calls across
a path of tremulous
striated light “look out
look to the end
then beyond”
in truth the mind
k…

As come visions to us, mobile,
then arranging into ranks/lines
like alpha beta arranged lines

we re present
re representations
signals noted
seen as/is text
in making / is text
each/each/ea . . . , perceptioning
text becoming / yes, is text
of perception in progress
more seeable than the book . …

Elation is leaking out of Timothy, dramatically dripping from his frame, moment by moment. It’s always strange when this happens. I dab my finger into his face and allow the serotonin to form…

you don’t see me grow from under your feet,
just sneaking up sideways and up, over
any way that light also can; moisture
and air… you feel but dampness but along
that other fungus, you don’t see;…

“is soo terribly well written…,”
must have been written to pattern
because i felt myself going thru’ all the stages again
being where the poem’s end leaves/left me probably
because that’s how it happens…

Ah yes! Seems the world is your stage..
Upon the stage but Act 1
many more to come
my steps finding rhythm
on this magic carpet ride
littered with musings,
bejeweled excitement
spinning a whirl of daisies
d…

One of them stubbed their half smoked cigarette on the back of his neck. He screamed in agony, cried, and ran. Like he always did, pathetic Kevin.

hesitation’s that bit extra
re think
jolt
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juddarwin