5.

Pencil in your life,

Write out my life.

Such testimony,

Deep testimonials,

Making something out of nothing.

Please do not deny – remember

How sad you were, how lonely.

Absolute imperative,

Keep flying the countless metaphor, oh, be!

Factory productions,

The making of recollection –

One point only

(And of course it will show through)

Within restrictions.

Too much in purdah;

Shadows flitting,

Eyes slitting,

And other hands clamped over mouths.

A noisy and noise filled silence,

A contemplation never completed,

A trip me up, a fall me down,

Go on, trip up, fall down,

Catch a catch can.

Mattresses laid out end to end,

Side by side, comfort caressing,

Back to comfort, food and recreation.

On track to track back track down

Here, too

Now, too

Go on, uplift.

Success – always in the seeking,

Never out of reach,

Always the chase,

Just around the corner and the thrill of anticipation.

Deferment.

Referral to deferral,

And reference to deference.

Oh my limited scope!

So jewelled and close,

So just right here and just right now.

Dispense with useless ill health

And tiredness and bodily aches and pains

For, ah, there, no, here, it is.

Perfection on a palette.

Rhymed and round and timed cut sound,

Now time here now.

And constant repetition

Make the point.

Jive to the jingle!

Do you want it again?

Could be starting up –

Splat, splat, splat, splat

(On belly).

Make my meal massage merrily,

And no boring love songs,

No small time bit lyric,

But epic proportions,

For you and me.

Greatness and grandeur

At the touch of a fingertip,

Just the press of a keyboard,

An indentation, a mark,

A swipe, a kiss, some blood dripping,

Life flowing, well, no escape.

Embrace it, here and now.

Make it, here and now.

Paint that picture gross and huge in its restriction,

Flowing over into eyefulls,

Brainfood and food for thought,

And haunting images to ghost through lived experience.

Acquire a poignant and penned timelessness,

As has always been, a syncopation, a simulation,

A verisimilitude, a deep, deep joy.

No reason not to be.

A smug faced smirk, and irksome giggle,

Lest those who are loved

(All those who are out there)

Should dry up and not clasp hands.

My message to you –

Do and die.

Chin up, might say, face up!

How fine and fine drawn and cut is the face up.

Art as life born, and living, and ready to be.

Offering solace,

And transfer to great and the greatness of guilt,

There is no better way of putting it across –

Access all areas.

Make the reverberations everywhere.

Give out grins and seeded smiles

Abound, not hope, but here,

Not wait, but now.

Can’t get away from it, nor want to.

Nor off it, nor possible, please,

(Pleasanterie plantationed)

Perfect, pregnant, and high proteined,

Sickeningly happy all of the time, and why not?

Death is release, and all suffering is joy.

All feeling the same way, all the time, really.

Give it out, take it in,

Go on, kill and mutilate me,

Enjoy yourself, I’ll be laughing.

Frighten me, quake me, send me up –

I’ll be laughing.

Blow me up, blow me away!

Just join winds and dreams and poetry,

And fixed points of reference,

And knew me some-time.

Long and longest time in the going –

Faded back into streaming paints,

Correctly pictured and images for life.

Lest I repeat, repeat myself –

Here and now, I mean

Here and now, I mean (you).

It’s got nothing to do with me.

This has nothing to do with me – you’re reading it.

Or is there someone screaming in your face?

Or are you hearing voices?

Or are you deaf, dumb, and blind?

Or pretending to be?

Or locked in?

Or hand on glass pressing release?

Or the embodiment of artistry and beauty?

I thought so.