#462

i only want this -

take my imagination.

the dreamer’s lament.

#461

i only want this.

take my imagination,

i don’t want to dream.

#460

i don’t want to see.

take all my understanding,

i don’t want to know.

#459

tidyman tidies

we hope that he recycles

but we do not know

#458

life is going round

and round and roundabout still.

the recycling sign.

#457

there’s sand in the rain,

dirtying all around here.

I just washed the car!

#456

sand blown north, strange light.

an oddness hangs over us,

not apocalypse.

#455

86 broke free - 

though not outside the prison,

she still lives inside.

#454

we’ll be elephants

together, after we die.

my five-year-old said.

#453

invisible death,

unseen it swept your features,

froze them forever

#452

each knock at the door

casts a shadow on his face

what is he hiding?

#451

each knock at the door

sends a shiver down his spine

what happened to him?

#450

chatter on the chat

the keyboard rat a tat tat

a whole new language

#449

sun at my window

beckons me out of my gloom

but it’s cool in here

#448

there - a sudden change -

little sprigs of white brightness.

new trees, new blossom.

#447

Camellias bloom

and fade most beautifully

from pink to orange

#446

the bright yellow fields

tell me the season’s ending - 

what shall my team reap?

#445

tea by the window,

let me show you the view - no -

sorry -

the 

long 

drop.

#444

Janus at year’s end,

and at the year’s beginning,

always looks both ways.

#443

waited to be named,

I couldn’t leave without one.

twenty-five hours.

#442

so easy to judge,

but I don't even know you.

or my own future.

#441

page 63 self

just the start of the story.

current page unknown.

#440

the other world, it

Wing Island it's called

entertains and it distracts

another life since childhood

it fills up my time

a life imagined

#439

springtime in cities -

a few signs show the changes;

my nose feels the trees.

#438

plants in the park (trees?)

look like two long-necked creatures

sloping gang-i-ly

#437

should I read Kafka?

in meantime, I have -

for he didn't want me to,

one published in his lifetime:

a moral pickle?

my little loophole.

#436

I don’t believe in facts,

Said a policeman one day.

This story is true. 

#435

He looks beyond me,

Behind me far down the path.

I walk ever on.