They lie with corners touching
Boxes
We live in those

To communicate we hope our corners
Touch

Take life in bitesized chunks, let the histories overlap, BOOM! New life, fresh life everlasting.

Vectors
Abstractors
Nomenclatures.

A man (why is it always a man)
Stands over me advising me where to go
What to do
Not do

The man is always alone

You were mine
I won you
But now you
Are won away

I had you
For me
We were friends
Not any longer so

I see you
With her
In my mind's eye
It's painful

You were a hurricane
I was a little cloud
I was very quiet
You were very loud
Invading my mind
You became Calm
I thought I was an ocean
But I am just a lamb.

the bird not the body function
leave the body behind
the birds are being swallowed by the sky
The clouds are welcoming to them
I think 'take me too'

You are all I see
Yet your voice, is like a bullet
You fill up my days
Yet I despise that fact

I cannot leave
Or even move slightly apart
I am caught in the web
That I don't know if you know you wove.

RED splodge on YELLOW splodge makes ORANGE splodge.

The bug to the moth said sit right down
The door to the cloth said shine my brown
The man to the mouse said watch my frown
The ghost to the egg said 'eiderdown'.

War is an outbreak
It is a pestilence
We don't know the cure,
For her:the world.

I see the news and it makes me
Wretch.

She sits and ponders
What she might do
Gets nothing right
Falls out of love
With life

She reads books
Attends sessions
A bystander
Empty handed

If and if only are her motifs
She writes in sans serif

I am sitting here
Should I be honest
Or brave
Or foolish
I choose wise

I wait.

A vase sits in a room
A man walks into a bar
Har har

The vase fills with dust
No, it’s must
Har har

The must becomes sludge
A dreary drudge
Har har

Sludge solidifies
And slides out


A vase is made for flowers
Flowers are made for sun
The countryside
Is overrun

Putting off things we think we cannot do,
Making our lives a waiting room.
Getting to grips with the past,
Having a manual for the present.

Taking advice, from enemies,
No directions exist.

Using our own resources,
Trying to get closer to
Ever closer to
Love

Love is perfection.
It is unattainable;
It drives us, forever,
Towards the end.

Where the others are
Is not here
Where I am

Nodes in a network I feel their presence
In the world
Knowing they exist
I cannot move towards them
For reasons unknown

Oppositely drectioned forces
Make a whirling pool
They drag in and out the particles
From the vacuum

The array of choices
Lies unread locked away
It requires interest
Entropy waylays

The diagrams are skewed
In a wind inward
That is captured
In line of word

The pull is downwards
Arbitrary assignations
Make that so;
Graphite legitimations

Splashed into boiling water
Swirled on a spoon
Milk makes clouds in brownness
A splodge makes a moon

The spoon stirring causes chaos
Man watches and waits
For the cooling and the stillness
Of this drink of the greats

Like diligence
In matters of the heart

Like dignity
In matters of the art

Not spontaneity
In terms of start

Losing a sense of my own weight
Finding only your weight
And how it is greater than my own

Noticing how the earth
Pulls me
Downwards

You appear in my dreams
My mind is no refuge
There are scars on the walls

Time passes in bursts
Only regulated by thoughts
Of you.

Like a glove
For many fingers
Maths ties bows
On our thoughts

Logic governs
What can be
And what
Cannot

What cannot be
Is where we live
It is where we
Die

We are flowers
Holding onto the wind
We sway

The earth is turning
Our feet
From under us

Turning our feet into
Grapes

Sighs escape and float
down
Breath is the gateway

Sighs from the belly
Sighs from the throat

Lifting the chest
Throwing out the belly

A secret contained
Intercept the message

Now I beat my brow, and how.
She wrote this on her arm in the poetry workshop.
Poetry? That will never amount to apple crumble- a mumble, from a passer by.
Whose eye twinkled. Answer me. Whose eye twinkled?
It spake of the forlorn and well worn wristbands from picnics with wistful bands.
Coherent thoughts in liquorice all sorts
Amount
In the end
To noughts.
And crosses
on hot buns in the local bakery.
That one's spelt bread, b-r-e-a-d.
A whole army fed,
On the pep of a rally to charms,
Sound the warning alarms.
******* alert.
On the winding country roads,
Squishing toads
***** nilly.

What's that?
Too tired to think?
Two-tyred, so blink
“And you're there in a jiffy”
Said the giraffe,
For the laugh.

There are children there
And also, every which and where,
Boy do they stare
Unaware,
Without the slightest inkling of the remorse
That we learn to impinge in our gaze
An apology for existence,
“Just coincidence”

Slow-motion was developed over a thirty year period and involved gently and gradually tensing and relaxing various muscle groups. The stretches were not demanding and it did not leave a pain in her muscles for days after like exercise had in her youth. It left instead a warm glow.
The standing exercises were mostly on two feet but some involved standing on one foot. The imagination is incorporated and the astounding discovery that kept Daphne coming back was that if she imagined herself leaning on a table, she did not fall. It was difficult to maintain that imagining, and therein lay the exercise; mind, body and soul.
There were women and men in the class and they would chat afterwards but never during. Relaxing music (noises really) were played during the class and the level of concentration required made conversation nearly impossible. To converse would be to blow on a tower of cards. The longer the silence the taller the tower was built, but of course everyone breathes and everyone chatters nervously and so some sessions were indeed filled with whispered chats, sometimes while trying to touch one’s toes.
‘How are you today, Lisa’, whispered Daphne at such a time, ‘Very well thank you, I can’t actually reach my toes though, should I tell her?’ said Lisa, ‘Oh I don’t think so I’m sure she’s watching over all of us, though I can’t see her, my knees are blocking my line of sight’, Daphne replied, ‘Show off’ and Lisalaughed drily.
The music came in various themes: seaside, piano hall and forest. The forest were her favourite and comprised of bird song and rustling leaves. The piano was very generic and was too similar to the open door noise of her microwave to be particularly appealing.
The seaside songs featured the raucous sound of gulls which Daphne did not enjoy as she thought them to be a selfish bird. It seemed when she visited the sea that the gulls were always flying to whatever section of strand they fancied and cleaning the place out of small ***** and seaweed.

Feeling comes in short, sharp stabs,
Kneeling make my girth swing around me,
Stretching up reveals the line of my ribs,
No one is watching.

You, who should, could
Be watching, from that chair, there.

The world has torn my world into ice cubes
Come crashing from a tray
Epidermis blistering from the sudden

Cold

The tide of turning stones has fallen gallicly from the sky
Strings bind us and heaven
Has gone slack

The inner mind in turmoil
Says one man leaves one cometh back
IS MY PERCEPTION
only in my brain?

Nobody no longer contains the desire for unrefinity
The urge to tap into the void smacks of divinity
What exists in its place in the flesh market place
Are bartering skill sets and chocoalte puddings
When confronted by an invisible elephant
The people, in consensus, turn away
This happens within the day to day
The elephants march on, heedless vessels
Turbans floating downstreat, mainstream.
****** babble replaces conversation
Emblamatic gestures infiltrate the realm of the symbolic
The priests have all taken off their underwear
And the women are putting their brasiers
Back onto their chests, underneath their shirts
Blouses are burnt.
Toast is burnt.
Jams are being made by machines, horses do have dreams
Jelly and ice cream make delicate farts
Ghosts live in pipes and buy and sell art
People whose names are Horace or Rupert
Have been decommisioned
And the stories are locked in pie dishes
And the tale remains the same.
Remember, that future archeologists will exist.
Excavating sites will bring us all
To the kingdom of devon
In the beautiful future of documented tales
Which we are building for
Inside the spaceships.
When ponies are invalid and germs become common currency
Know that it will be time to fly your pillow cases as flags

I HAVE A *****
THOUGH IT'S QUITE SMALL
IT LIVES IN MY BRAIN
AS DEFINED BY FREUD
WHEN I THINK AT ALL
IT GETS SO *****
NOT A TENT
OR MULTI STOREY CARPARK
CAN KEEP MY SECRET
WOMEN DO NOT HAVE NAMES
WHO PLAYS ONLY GAMES?
iF WISDOM [ETHEREAL] DIED
WHO COULD MEASURE OUR SIGHS
WHEN WOMEN MELT
MEN  PHOSPHOURESCENT
AND AFTERWARD
SAY
WHAT A HIGH TIDE
A MAN UNZIPS
TAKES A ****
THEN SKATES
A MAN URINATES
PLANTS A TREE
CHOPS IT DOWN
A MAN MAKES A DRINK
WOMAN THROWS UP IN THE SINK
TAKE A CARE
DESTROY DESPAIR
WHAT IS NAME
WHAT IS NAME
YES PLEASE
TAKE YOUR NAME
MULTIPLY BY THREE
DIVIDE BY 2.5
HAVE JIVE
DESTROY
CREATE
PROCREATE
RECREATE
CREATE AGAIN
WRONG
RIGHT LEFT
PUT YOUR SOCKS ON YOUR EARS
CAPITALISE ON FEARS
SELL YOUR SCENT
FOR DETERGERENT
WORDS WE CANNOT SPELL
RULE DAY TO DAY
THINGS WE CANNOT SMELL
RUN RUN AWAY
AWAY

set vars null
set clock(ms)

t=clock(i)
i=0:1000000

iterate

include
#include
#include

main(
for x=0:9 (
set muse(x)=x;
)
for x=0:9 (
set muse(x)=muse(x)-x;
)
for x=0:9(
destroy.muse
fprintf[muse.val]
)
fprintf[sum( [x] );
)
return()

include
#set floats a,b,,c,d=0;

main(
operate.a ^2 - rand(1:9);
hop.4 max(float)
return(0)
)

set vars x,y,z

if x>y set yx set z=y
if y=x=z
set y=x=z=0
if y mod 1 =!0
loop
if x mod 1 =!0
play data.stream
request y.source

//498a5f76.4302e3d5d5564

pause(3);

file(vocabulary[resume])
optio­npane(open)
if optionpane(error) {close}

pause(5)

sent ints **=null(0)
y=a+b
t.2:t.3
cache.pull(float[5])
cache.put(list.file­)
list.file(new)

end(0)

Set int k,l,m
%prnt=39

[it.s wonder(size)=small
And file.load if Boolean==1
Set int j for 0;5
H();
Null k
Optionpane
K+4:14
Exit
Linebreak(5)
Access.denied
Fprintf(“endo­ffile”)

End(0)

[claw machine in operation]

{ toys equal non zero;

semicolon acceptance speech;

()==simulated}

[colours =(green, blue, 13425, white)]

analogtodigital=engaged

digital to analog= address register input feed running at half speed]

querytoproblemsource=sent

response.ok(bandwidthfinite)

­server.send=in.packets

request pending approval//////



end(0)