-I CADGED THE SIGNAL FROM MY NEIGHBOURS WHO IN A CONVERSATION (just the other week we had been out for a quick pint) ADMITTED (quite freely) TO HAVING NEVER HEARD OF GODDARD
Folie a deux= we see the sauce, where others see the meat, we see the tears at bedtime, where others see the meet & greet, we see information burn,
others have hands over eyes
rock//paper//scissors//on deaf ears
weight//wait//cut//tune out
and never tune back in
again
–I THREW A STONE AT A MAGPIE’S NEST AND STOLE BACK MY COUSIN’S BRA (who had never heard of Caravaggio or the bastard that was slain by his hand)
if history can be
torn,
span,
coiled,
looped,
enveloped in,
but reset in resin
and smashed against the library wall
then stay glued to your dead-head screen
(with beautiful brown eyes)
un-puzzle the pieces and stack them high
and climb them to escape through the bathroom window
–I WAS SO SURE POUND COULD RIGHT THE WRONGS OF HIS RIGHT (but, hey, where would that all leave me in the solitude of my one opinion, as I continually regurgitate from my triangle’s corner?)