starting the year's last month with new pathways to run
heading towards the big town this time for a tree
playing songs from the eighties now more than ever
harking back to days when you had to think ahead
reckoning up old snapshots from an older world
reading up as always on the folk-made know-how
trying to unriddle a light that can't turn on
looking at some rhymes and finding a common shape
hiding less meaning with see-through words in these rhymes
wanting not to spell things further for the midstream
shoving a great sum into a golden groundwork
shunning some well-liked but long-winded online films
noting words from the east to make these words lighter
writing only with old roots from the angled tongues
binding together words for new inklings and things
taking more than ten years to settle on this shape
buying gold instead of buying scats made from bits
wanting no longer the high life but a still life
trading laugh-worthy keepsake tokens for hard gold
leaving the floor of play for the soft and the still
drowning always and ever with fun things to do
reading about a man who wrote a thousand songs
teeming with a will to live even beyond life
having limits draws one into finding ways out
hoping to sail again on ships in years ahead
bringing back these snapshots of the old world waters
taking some time to look back at the world's wonders
posting snapshots of the trips along with these words
misspending lengthy times on twitter in years past
saving myself now from the timed frittered away
trying to make things that have shape and sharp meaning
hoping to leave behind something for the beyond
warning those who keep doing things without thinking
giving the sun the year and then the moon the month
giving the sun also the day and the hours
finding out that the week has no grounds from the sky
telling myself that this year had a lot to show
showing how the best things stay so truly unseen
taking part in a restlessness that does not end
flowing past red roofed houses under crisp blue skies
thinking about frogs in the slowly heating ***
rising early and napping in the afternoons
reading about an old building with tree-wooled stone
taking a liking to the hand-laid limestone roads
hoping the long fifth line can open in good time
seeing how many these days make the worst gumshoes
having answers right there yet they still can't see them
looking over spreadsheets to see if all looks well
looking up and wondering how the year flew by
calling it the "driving forward of wild speakings"
seeing more now as a cost rather than a room
making these lines for myself and only myself
putting out another line for the years to come
settling on a daily beat to get all things done
backing these lines up on a spreadsheet far away
ending this day with a still film about a "scrooge"
knowing that this year will not yield anything big
taking time to look in awe at the stone of lime
having less of a drive to see more landmasses
wondering still about a trip to southern lands
setting out to do something and then it falls short
dealing with harsh unforeseen setbacks yet again
drowning out the setbacks by thinking of good times
only so much drowning out one can do right now
seeing that green stars on those red flags by some trees
wondering when we will go abroad yet again
homing in on the tough tiring errands at hand
knowing that some others can and do let us down
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
starting the year's last month with new pathways to run
heading towards the big town this time for a tree
playing songs from the eighties now more than ever
harking back to days when you had to think ahead
reckoning up old snapshots from an older world
reading up as always on the folk-made know-how
trying to unriddle a light that can't turn on
looking at some rhymes and finding a common shape
hiding less meaning with see-through words in these rhymes
wanting not to spell things further for the midstream
shoving a great sum into a golden groundwork
shunning some well-liked but long-winded online films
noting words from the east to make these words lighter
writing only with old roots from the angled tongues
binding together words for new inklings and things
taking more than ten years to settle on this shape
buying gold instead of buying scats made from bits
wanting no longer the high life but a still life
trading laugh-worthy keepsake tokens for hard gold
leaving the floor of play for the soft and the still
drowning always and ever with fun things to do
reading about a man who wrote a thousand songs
teeming with a will to live even beyond life
having limits draws one into finding ways out
hoping to sail again on ships in years ahead
bringing back these snapshots of the old world waters
taking some time to look back at the world's wonders
posting snapshots of the trips along with these words
misspending lengthy times on twitter in years past
saving myself now from the timed frittered away
trying to make things that have shape and sharp meaning
hoping to leave behind something for the beyond
warning those who keep doing things without thinking
giving the sun the year and then the moon the month
giving the sun also the day and the hours
finding out that the week has no grounds from the sky
telling myself that this year had a lot to show
showing how the best things stay so truly unseen
taking part in a restlessness that does not end
flowing past red roofed houses under crisp blue skies
thinking about frogs in the slowly heating ***
rising early and napping in the afternoons
reading about an old building with tree-wooled stone
taking a liking to the hand-laid limestone roads
hoping the long fifth line can open in good time
seeing how many these days make the worst gumshoes
having answers right there yet they still can't see them
looking over spreadsheets to see if all looks well
looking up and wondering how the year flew by
calling it the "driving forward of wild speakings"
seeing more now as a cost rather than a room
making these lines for myself and only myself
putting out another line for the years to come
settling on a daily beat to get all things done
backing these lines up on a spreadsheet far away
ending this day with a still film about a "scrooge"
knowing that this year will not yield anything big
taking time to look in awe at the stone of lime
having less of a drive to see more landmasses
wondering still about a trip to southern lands
setting out to do something and then it falls short
dealing with harsh unforeseen setbacks yet again
drowning out the setbacks by thinking of good times
only so much drowning out one can do right now
seeing that green stars on those red flags by some trees
wondering when we will go abroad yet again
homing in on the tough tiring errands at hand
knowing that some others can and do let us down
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
