| 9.
A child enjoys like a
blackboard
For she has no memories' burdens.
She plays and coins, coils fail in her
Count and she does not seek with an
End-seen beforehand or
afterwards
He does not ask about his grabs, corns
Or sweat's return at all. Happy she
Is in whatever there was to be had
10.
Gates everywhere protecting
piles
Of people from their files of wealth
Kept inside: all tucked away safely
In a glass of cider-air they feel safe
Safe from what or where or
whom
Do not ask for they have hardly any
Hold in the holdings of their lots other
Than their in-framed mindset locked
1.
Rhymennets are rarely
rosebuds
They will not climatise your will
With curly hair, blodne or not, they
Will take you bondi beach for a game
In the sun run turn and have
fun
Rhymennets will not rhyme nor
Will they chime the market's marks
Their crimes are they will not rhyme
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The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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7.
Here, dear ones listen, clear
and bright.
I am singing a note that will cutely cure
You off your illness that suffocates you
All day long: listen, copy, reproduce and
Sing it back: sing the note and give it back
To me: sing as though your poor little life
Depend on the note's furthest travels and
Do nothing else but forget what you are
3.
Something soulfully fully
distracts
You from your folly-full world where
You chair screaming papers wasted
For nobody writes any notes on them
Instead they carry and dirty
them by
Carrying and keeping and counting
And here distracted you ought to look
At this something: the day a phoenix
2.
Go gold-fishing or whatever
goes
To grab your fancy! Up and wake
Early in the morning and drive to
Dover beach and grab a space, sit
Throw your angling kit down
and
Look at the rocky cliff and the hook
Inhale the air fairly deep and stick
The bite and throw the call for fishes
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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