No more fortuitousity happenstance
The white flag is waved
Like giving up on the highway
I can taste your cool porcelain

Following the rules
in splendid form,
social mores galore
clarifying the way.
No more spillages
I know where I'm coming from,
down the mountain
breathing and tasting.

Memories fade from your face
You decided to leave the human race
A bluebird flew through your hands
and saw you crying

Love never came to your door
What is it for
Something to warm the heart
and lessen the pain

How does it feel to be lost
to wake up in the morning and smile
open the door
let the wind ruffle you

In the darkroom
I scramble for my header,
a kingdom for scissors.
Sprocket enmesh  header
and gyrate with deft turns
to  the end of the spiral
cutting with a final twirl.
Let the darkness be illuminated,
by passing it to the teacher's hand;
that lost coordinated sensation
now can't find my tank.

I've been to many photography venues,
the equilibrium of exposure
the trade-off between exposed light,
can't say I have made  any friends
just recommended some classic cameras
like the OM1 and Canon EF SLR
with different exposures.

Seen Dungeness twice
the first time was like early  Christmas
with a certain light quality
caressing the wooden huts and boats
but we don't have a Mediterranean climate here

Herbaceous borders way lay me
stopping for a singular rose
in the Weald of Kent
the garden of England
the native bluebells
blend in the palm of my hand

Down the Greensand Way in Surrey Dorking by Juniper house
Field studies council
I solemnly believe the simple things are the best
as is High Beeches Garden  in Sussex
an independent woodland and water garden

I could say hollyhocks are a firmament
their palmate leaves abound.
From  my shuttered room with a single bed
and ginger-cat for company.
in a letter, I could  say I love you
with your cuisses pommelées
and shoulders held back,
walking in the snow
on a cold winter's night.
Hollyhocks I've been jealous
over certain girls  who parley  in French
the words of l' amour.

It's just like a teacher
to suggest 1/125
for street photography
to freeze action
turn people into statutes
Shadows F2
Sky F11
he turned my camera into a light  meter
picking up the prevailing lumiere levels

Whereas I had always used F5.6
to record fleurs
A slight customary bokeh
throwing the background
and generally, 1/60 to stabilize action

By the end of the night
I scrawl my name on the moon
silently on a comedown
You let me down
seemingly taking the bus the wrong way
to Dulwich village

Rachel with tattoos
video artist using k4
I see you again  tonight
with your sweet demeanor
hanging over us
We could process film together
its intricate ways profuse
and laugh at your broken OM10
with its  intermittent light fault