What Is The Eventide

Go the distance. If the password is over. Don’t tell them the stone is fallen. Water. Bridge. Damn. The parable of decent living giving radio transmission. Don’t tell them you’re sick. Devon cream. TV antenna. Rabbit ears. Ghostly companion. At midnight, the best time to part the veil. Nine days in the camp. Rings on fingers signifying import kept hidden. Cadence on a string of things. Times in the kitchen. Countdown to listening. Hearing the table talk before you. Inner wax. Youthful vigorous against it stance. It is more careful than you realise. It is still here even if you’re not. See how easy it is. Shadow tells you in between the shoulder blades. When there’s a limit, there’s a way.

I can wait for the rest. I can wake up in a boxcar, see the flies in his mouth, getting drunk on his breath.

I can say it. I can say I am. I can carry water to the stove. Done.

I can dream about her opening the door. This time I will let her in.

Sometimes she wants to see me naked and I’m ready to be seen.

It's As If I Am A Hieght

Maybe this is. I can be that it is how it is. Everybody’s interested. If there is a way. Then there’s how. Besides how the easy way that is. Cause the easy way’s too hard sometimes. To do. It is a to do. It is big. Too big.

If there is a way to say it then there is a way to see it too. What will it be like. If you’re listening and looking too. There are colours. There are shapes. There is movement on the street. There is walking. Always walking. Always going somewhere someway nowhere no way in particular. There is always going somewhere in particular, some way and there’s always trying to not go that way like that. And that.

Getting up too early.

Praised be something. 3

Given the state of things. Listening for wood blocks. Looking around corners. Smelling something unfamiliar. Smelling stronger than you were before. Everything smells stronger. It is not unpleasant. If you couldn’t see it going down the drain then you didn’t read your book or watch enough tv when you were not doing homework. World is a given string. Ok to start again. No you are too old. Go into the pasture. I am singing this for you you know. Ok gravy. Beats me why he is so bushed all the time. It’s that dreaming hand always in his pockets making changes in the document and all of that, shuffles when he walks. There’s a tack in the heal of his shoe and it’s scraping up her floorboards. Did she say he could come in here. He is always with her boyfriend all the time. And he didn’t bring her flowers. No one brings her flowers. She doesn’t like it when they bring her flowers. What do they think she is, something out of tv from a hundred million years ago? Everywhere there’s history that doesn’t sign its name.

Will It Work?

Finding what it is the thing about it all. Finding the right station.

Typing touching with one finger. Listening to what you'd never bother listening to before, if you had a choice in the matter.

Nice and slow, see, that's the way to do it - nice and slow. Thanks to my for years lunchtime cartoon friend for that.