Over wondering wintering

wandering down paths of vast obstruction

when the way reveals it will call up and grab

you by the hands

curly overgrown shed in the back

with moss trees and a bower

frankly object oriented does not

begin to account for the haze over our eyes of Essex

rusted bus depot scotched and walking

frozen and still trying

it figures you have left

the old boat smoldering in the freshening wind

tides come in a' bubblin

swampy in their glory

fresh smells ripen the wind nostrils tang

at last the memory comes back now recall

old faded film version reel in head

so your idea of 'being' the

where is it now and how exactly do you begin to belong

do you have to have lost a thing to find it again

seeking wisdom looking for cheap food becomes what makes the day

stuttering then threatened he leaves the bar area

drugs or mad

when a child belongs this cannot happen

trees cold wind rain darker getting lighter now

dust worrier chest heart lungs teeth legs chatter

bus winds almost throws you

the pulsing grind to a halt of tubes

the living city the cellular dwelling the seat of power

get to know your way around spend it wisely

live up not down

try to enjoy and not to withdraw

the bread man's  there again, clearly it's not right

to throw chunks of bleached white Turkish bread around they don't like it
and it's not allowed

you might as well feed the rats