#87 (sort of)

I’m a tree today

Green on top and brown below

Coordinated clothes

#86

Sunlight through the trees

Creates a map of the leaves

Across open ground


Canopy to eaves

All set out with birds and bees

Six nests I have found



Sat against the bark

I watch it move until dark

Shuffling around


To me in a spark

Came a thought inside the park

We must soon be bound



By dawn my shadow

Formed its place upon the map

On that ground fallow


A new home, or nest,

I now sit in nature’s lap

And forever rest

#85

Rain and howling wind

Rip through our blings and scatter

(I)

Shutter up quickly

#1

I rip up my books
After I’m done reading them.
The notion I hate,
Of others reading where I
Have read, leads me to destroy.

That something we shared,
That something I left behind
Creates that notion.
And I cannot abide it,
I just cannot allow it.

This feeling I’ll work
Through; I know this is not right;
It soils my soul.
Yet there’s nothing I can do,
I rip books to keep them mine.

#84

“Grow’d like Topsy”? What?

Google and discover it’s

Uncle Tom’s Cabin

#83

A goldfish moment

Classic, snowballs out ‘control

Just a misplaced name

#82

Unconscious → conscious
                                  ↓
competence ← Incompetence
          ↓
Slowly we do learn / Quickly we do learn*

*delete as appropriate

#81

I sit next to me

Watch the cat eating my flesh

Ghosts should be active

#80

Welcome to Space ba

This is where it happens, here

We make all knowledge