Saturday 29 July 2023

Now...His... horrid 'Power of'

 


I just don't understand one thing...

As if a kink in the "universe'"... 


Sandy's .....at err ....sublimest......"fickle friends" .. i have made about twenty ... why are they by default so fickle as if its preordered by the hologram shoppers...


All i know...

Apart from the fact that Sandy thought she would live forever, too...until she became a dead parrot...

so....every second alive counts as if your last and the rest of a future even greater longish life left...

Thirteen years ago... hidden ... well not exactly hidden...in a cave by the Wye ...(that river too, ruined by Type 2 Tom-Pauls...)

Most evenings my friend...she came by.... overhead by about twenty metres...maybe ten

Making her timeless bolshie most beautiful squawk there is ...ever...

" what the ferk you doin this been MY planet for two or three hundred million years... fuckyerself off and die... especially as you killed all my fickle friends too the last few decades... even here.."


When i heard the heron  as she flew down from the hills above ..over my tin shack... down to the river shore half a mile away...

I smiled and knew i was nothing...in time.. and all was well, and as it will be


And last night... just 100 m up above the sadmen's  North shore... opposite - across from another sad unfriendly place...

where even hedge is rejected......


i heard her as if ...'symbol' ....squawk .in fact her squawk almost exactly between us... the squawk that separates you from me ....hahh hahh...

or...to put it so much ...better perraps...

(i had forgotten)....

THE best ever (i have had it  - this song - in Taxidermic indictments... that is LIVING poetry! truly roaming movement ... action within and above ) 

...best ever  dumpin song...

“I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.”

copyright.....A Bard... 

who thought that  come mid 50s he didnt have the fire inside enough any more to dance on his keys and come up with stuff,....even better...

poor man!

I know for a fact the best bit - of all of life, an authentic one...let go!

 started...about 53!