BREAK HEELS CLOP CLOP

Into a head spring barrow ball of great strong winds and time

Bends into the wind also you know

But what are we communicating here? Who will know this when 

We are gone long for to take time back upset alarmed and furious with

The weather strong like fresh baked bread smells form 

The under pass and where is my copy of Adrienne Rich and

Will it do to just read some Frank this week and will the knees hold out too

And really you shouldn’t start smoking weed again not at this time of life

Ah there she is next to D.T. Suzuki, Marx and Beckett, some party that would be

Hold fast for the arriving birds

Hold fast for your arriving omelette

And hang on to your soupy pulsing brain brow that flickers like a light bulb

Just about gone because as complicated and cultured as it all is

We are just adjusting to death at each microbial twitch of this passing flicker of awake dream called life

Inside the blood soup of molecules cells are jumping

Music makes them swim faster and the red green blue crystal colours that can be seen when they cut you open will spill up into the air when you jump for joy

Or fling yourself of the highest board slithering down 

Into the water the greatest sensation

Of Earth knowledge .