Back to the land
...this world
........the mind of ... mine

It didn't pull me -- this time
... Just a hand - that was extended towards mine.
I did what I was told and took it into my palm.

Heavy and metallic, it sat still for a moment
Observing me, I'm sure, as notably as me it
So I twirled its thickness round my wrist
and in a piercing click of a moment, it turned on in waves of unmeasured voltage.
Wrapped inside a textured current
Of persuasive....of confusion...of excitement...of preparation
Floating like bubbles to the surface of my perception--- these bubbled bits of weird
...Progressively building -- weirder and weirder with each passing beat - passing throw - passing catch
Igniting an electric instinct
Igniting an electric focus

But I gave it back
Gave the weird back to its owner
It was not mine after all --- or was it? would it? could it? can it?
What bedbug of reality just crept into my pillow and laid a nest to envelope my mind without pause or thought or care to discern?

So I walked forward -- towards the safe remembrance of yesterday
Purged myself of this morning and abandoned my fear of the distant.

I consumed another dose of tomorrow
And I did it today

The pen -- misty might -- insight
A tad unclad, though mightier than the pencil is dry
And it contains within - the pen within its name
This pencil's extra syllable is so ashamed
Of the pen's permanence of performance
Overpowering a pencil's transient and silent science
Laughing at the ease of erase...which can erase any era -- all
This secret sees jealousy within
Oh my
These pencils, these pens...these wars conundrums fraught - fought
Written in a policy
Indelibly smooth, the way a parchment signpost creases
Rolling paper burns
Rug burns slug bugs
Rollies
Rolly polly slug bug paper creases that burn
And make your mother cry
A green -- only a blue could define
When compared, contrared, declared
An eclaire ---- chocolate.

It licks my brain with silence
Silent clouds of my own distortion
Reverberation
Their kiss --- Drops of this
Instead of dips...
A weave... Alive
A woom underlasting ---- effervescing
Freedom - a dome --
Freedom from your dome - too small to call a home
And in wrists with arms and fingers, they exhale
Through a legless hiss -- detach
And I've given a hug to that kiss
Red over there
The kiss that only wanted a grape
But got two - instead of this -

My softened clay
My cage – baked brittle in the mind’s sunfull day
A reddened, a maddened, a thrice jeweled burn
Stretching its notes in a dizzying blur
The chord within itself
The cord that holds its charged chimes high
Melts into its relieved downward grace
Through ages of timely spaced droplettes - I
Am reminded of an ageing dropped timelette’s fall
Into the heart’s cavernous climbing well
A stairwell staring louldly
With blank casings
Of simplicity in reaching
For their up stares and their downs
Clambouring in a shuttled exertion
A crawling weight of reversed inversion
Stacking straws - intent – perversion
Crazing a column full
Then tilting it.