still sitting on the old sofa sifting through the sixteen stanzas you slipped me sitting silently upon the slope seeing the sights of the sydney skyscape
keep the machine clean a tough spot not in the practice not yet realised the value of the labour some effort required especially in the family household living upon the hill surrounded by mandala chicken coup and pig sty cat and dog running in and out children crawling flies buzzing around your head just want it to work make this old shell ping again think about how clean it was when it came off that factory floor
those with time cannot use it and those waiting for change cannot bring it all prepossessed with shortcomings struggles hypocrisy when you look into the mirror try to push past that out of place hair and pimple rather look for the character that needs truing like a beam or tuning like a fork
hold the line on this tuesday evening nothing better to do grabbed a discount domino on the way here calling from the app singing in the background whilst streaming rick and morty get through a entire episode before anyone picks up and only the crusts are left still a seven to ten day wait and perhaps a charge at the end of it all i read your letters of collaborative poetry awakening from sickness in the morning sun and changing diapers these are your problems all of which are different to mine thanks for sharing
one of those die hard finger on the pulse markets if you want it you have to stay tuned in hanging out for their latest a rewarding repurchase like to be listening more often this is the winter and time to be catching up on the actions of the geist in contemporary mutations i have put myself in a little echo chamber outside of the fallout zone days go by without a word spoken
the silence kicks in after we all see through each other's bullshit then calm comfort and work
been long time since i have been sitting in such an anthropocentric conversation colleagues made of other stuff mingling among people not of my choosing hired for purpose willy nilly grasping at straws taking whatever hands available to get the job done what job just whatever the boss says still flexing the power money can buy bitching about all the young dudes not wanting to work they are just smarter got the stamina to say no i go about things my own way
twenty minutes a day how many do we have half hour sections an eight hour day sixteen activities reading writing arithmetic music starting to sound like a school should it ever stop twelve more to go heating gardening husbandry design day is filling woodwork metalwork electrical mechanical actually looking at four groups of four walking running stretching swimming suppose i never ever let me
all worked up defending the tree already fallen the fight is not really about this tree not about getting a piece of it the most of it or any of it but about the tree still standing that they continue to stand this is the last tree to fall here drawing a line in the prussian sand
memories of brussels left on the iberian coastline and those of london in a stone wall on skellig michael the trail of paper runs long and is torn in many places remnants are not for us but some other us just as we still in our reading time pick up remnants found other than us and make them our own live out our interpretations reflect and alter update and translate cretinising the abandonments happily digging a bunker in a wasteland
burning out new memories in the wick following that river lee wherever are you stewart not an east ender being pushed out to leyton the discontented can go back to the france from which they came and discover it is not the same as the lad they hold in their head in high esteem we make the world together you can curse and complain or grab a shovel and dig for change
not an expression of love but an outburst of lust something should have happened to clear this mist much earlier right out of mind and here i am asserting all sorts of historical inaccuracies across your body painful moans twisting turning writhing our of reach heading for the stairs and out the door heading for the iberian peninsula get on with life and leave that confusion behind much more to deal with than your little head and a handful of indiscretions you are so much bigger than me for a moment i thought i could hold you
i do what i can to take down the misconception that raising a family is below the merits of the talented and gifted rather that it is no small feat to nurture a loving caring family to help shape and bring into the world fully fledged human beings that build a community based on love that value truth and honesty for i find myself in a civilisation that rewards and values those of us who can lie cheat steal and generally treat another as worthless for the sake of profit in finance or power or otherwise just not my cup of tea beg to differ on the direction of the project
to interrupt our own daily struggles the continued narrative of subsistence of survival cultivating a little life of our own a family up here in the mountains we tune into the news a narrative of those unseen somewhere else people are making decisions are suffering are celebrating and it is all supposedly impacting us but we dont know how unless we are told and even then we forget it as soon as we have heard it and wake up the next morning to our own daily struggles the continued narrative of subsistence of survival cultivating a little life of our own a family up here in the mountains
just following the commands chop wood empty the lines shovel shit clean coup feed animals paint door seal window repair wall replace tile bale hay make fire create feel good jumping on the commands these things are coming as reminders place them in the bucket no need to write them down we write them down so we do not have to bark them out like orders softer on the to do list gentle reminders the seasonal duties this flesh is rotting away from the desires
low iron low blood sugar low lowly levels dragging feet are quickly surrounded silent determined incessant hard work alcohol fueled tuned to repetition true and honest our north and south the terrain is mountainous the path deviates the direction unchanging walking into the realm absent of other and shortly thereafter absent of self world and world only
yes alright enough already you can die no making it back across the river domino fall and push the next one into place well done so long farewell and thanks for all the fish names places faces dismembered traveling through the stories are what we take with us if we are lucky there are lessons within usually none the wiser just older
answer to question you know it if you read it give it a go a go a hard slog but everything worthwhile is and i got to give out the cash to get a hold o f a copy because that is how it works on this fringe sharing is fine the trade is good but we cannot reach them all out of copyright the contemporaries need to live as well and can some of them convince you to separate with a little of the old hard earnt
i have seen all these weapons before i know how they work strengths and weaknesses i am ready show me something different and i am interested turn my studies to the unknown another trick another arrow in the quiver whoever needs enticing into self preservation lacking the inherited necessities
the day makes itself had it been otherwise i would be out there doing something else but it is dark wet and cold out there so i am in here doing this this also needs to be done also pressing also over do also a breathing exercise a living exercise a coming out of necessity rather than vanity tell me did you go home with him and spread your legs
i really dont want any accidents growing up in the bush avoidance is a large ongoing course life is ready for more more mulch more life more rotting carcass to feed upon a flame burning eternal the data suggests that this is a one way journey the destination is cold and eternal appears to me as though we are not accurately interpreting the data the beginning is still here with us