collector of iron and all things metal
carried without slightest lament
by
beautiful brown-and-white nag with overflowing mane
clip-clops up and down
every road there is
and even beyond



1.
little doubt exists
of fine ingenuity
of said collector
who wastes no moment nor chance
to scour every luck’s platform
with sharp intuition and assiduous eyes
          an old stove with absent racks
          a precious copper geyser gutted with no fittings
          pine-planks discarded due to skew-cuts
          aluminium pipes abandoned with twisted ends
          old screws with rusty whorls from an recently bucket-kicked geezer’s garage
          parts of a car . . . an ****** gearbox and ancient exhausts
heaps of junk and piles of crap clang on cart
a veritable dump in some eyes but those of
the cool collector who takes all the sweepings in gracious stride
cast-off penalties and chaffs of society’s unwanted

2.
once a week on Saturdays
these wares are parked near the parking lot
for all to approach
to see
a fine spread of legend and lore
     bric-à-brac and books to browse
so many things of interest
     magazines and manuals with miscellany-topics under the sun
     hipflasks of silver and clear-cut carafes
     unused greeting-cards with dressed-up paper-dolls
     rare literature well-thumbed with care
and things you’d sure chuck out
mechanical entrails and shiny things
yet
quite a spectacle to behold
costing a joke but for you
a fraction of today's ha'penny

3.
nobody knows why the quiet collector takes the time of day
to re-inforce that fixture-presence
a kindly soul with half-smile always flirting round the lips
and greets with old-century warmth o'er book-edge, markedly a poem-spine
walking closer to peep curiosity around
relaxed eyes let one be
          no compulsive sales-talk
          no eager-****** hopping
just sitting back in deep hiker’s green fold-up chair
easy posture and half-drooped eyes with soft drink close at hand

4.
the collector really watches all who pass
     who go by on their daily trails with rituals oft unchanged
     who fuss ever-plaintive over facetious deets like school-tasks
as they return their books long overdue while whistling smasher-hit tunes (never to be heard)
     who rush to catch an ever-noisy taxi with their own raucous guards
     who help heaving housewives cursing under breath climb on board
as their groceries groan and nearly drop from overladen plastic bags
     who ignore for now with studious intent the hobos on the pavement there
     who beg lost coins for empty-belly from the tattered purses in bosoms
while others cry out impatient at peripheral nuisances
     who act as indiscreet ‘car-guards’ ostensibly guarding cars, even with folk in it

yes, he watches
and observes with keen eyes yet never obvious
even those who saunter by
with pondering glance and walking stick
even as years have graciously touched their brow
he sees them *tut-tut the ******* on the wall
like stray-dogs in a pound

5.
once in an often while
this collector who loves a rediscovered hypothesis
to explore the myriad facets of humanity
does an odd turn now and then
when walking to the toilet at the local library
which has parked itself adjacent to this lot
drops a twenty-buck note near the side
and soon joyful sees the utter surprise
when tired high-school kids with sullen backpacks
do a double-take
espy their luck . . . whoo-hoo, look!
their gloomy cloaks of learning plain melts
they take off sure-footed and lighter of heart
and repair to the fish-and-chips shop
they share their vinegary ***** in a finger-licking circle
and amity strong-cemented in a cool memory
that they’d recall with fondness many years later
at their 20th school-reunion
and as grand-dads visiting a dying pal

pangs of hunger satisfied
and
not only by them


next time
that note will be dropped in the park nearby
where effete winos sleep their lives away
     who ken much and give not a care
     a kind long not recognised
educated derelicts debate on war-merits and erstwhile musicians play melodic arpeggios
sitting in the gentle arbour-shade of mutual acceptance
with chess-mad players
working out strategy in rapt blade-moves
which belie and scorn the forgotten titles to their name
along with Ph.D to boot

6.
when night-time hails - all grows still again
and settles, though just for a nibble of time
it’s pack-up time
the listening collector hears the owl-hoot’s call
and knows the time has come to rest a bit
     for when the morrow dawns
     all neatly packaged in a brand-new gift called day
it’s back on the road again
to observe once more
with trusted nag in tow
clip-clop . . . clip-CLOP

7.
and the collector is the one
the housewives invite with alacrity to Xmas-lunch
the taxi-drivers offer gifts of goodwill
the school-kids give their chips and last treats
the vagrants seek out to share a ciggie and sympa-chat
the grown men visit for esoteric slim-tomes and philosophical advice
the shopkeepers welcome reassuring presence of

yes, this quiet collector
is the inadvertent guest
to shores of the lonely
the too-busy and life-ridden folk
who seek a sweet smile
just once in a while
in a world
where compassion is not justified by its deep-touches of poverty





no fruitless labour
in one who sees little detriment
but senses the full value of
every item’s moment in vanilla-time
while trying always
to catch
the finest one can be


supreme harvest, indeed
yes :)
love . . . love . . . love . . .





S T, 1 September

Unorthodox methods
Set to Iraqs clocks
We need to save our planet together and ****** the flocks of people..
Paradox

Airlocks closed I'm going into the frozen snow why is the water higher putting more weight on the surface below to wobble and volcano
Wiskey on the rocks
Cheers from the
Mountain top we speak different in Earth's
Musical box
I bet in at least within a decades shift someone will see that we new way to much for alot to be dumb.

(Stupid)

I give people feelings in my music Christopher Columbus had when he explored on ships looking through hourglasses giggling about English slaughter there bout to embark in the name of the business lay claim and hand out free books on forgiveness,
hand out the others too,
religions need to be specific
that's Y sum
calm some
violent but all of them
say defend faith
lets watch them loose,
they ain't even got space views,
funny truth just have to stay

(Quiet)
Woo

I'm hype on the mic like hope for the white but nice And tight when I write to be precise,
Nobody my type inside they lied, and try ways i describe my expertise as i flyby like contracts at my feet soon to try and complete the
compete between whos the next money making machine,
Cha ching  
I exercise brushing my teeth,
In-between being beast and marked by Elites who speak about cash flow to see if I'm worth assassinating or will die out in a week.

(Awaken)

Slept and kept the
next day up
I'm a shine in the dark like a claim of light during a fight of runestones ripped up during a rainy mudslide left alone
My mind's better with metaphors then doors that swing on my accord and cars that line up to wait like slaves to go around in a circle,
(Explain)
I make circles around these rappers and MCs like reruns on TV with shops they can visit and make footprints that fossil analyst can't see,
Geussing it's need but never the feeling of mutual need, spiritual healing, never capturing the smell in it's memories thats aroma leaves lingering..
Like leftover energies,
(Giant)

I just know things,
I try no picture folds or 2 inforce my horns when limmericks Carol
Just a talented individual that can
Scribble the whole pencil until portal ripples ramble
randomly rallying lyrics for
Anthems and battling,
Anteing between personalities next flow
riddles pickles and pent up old notes
Poetic
Miracles worth scattering little
Giggles in crowds of people laughing,
All descriptional witnesses
Say it's cool
Fits sick has Confidence and brush strokes randomly concealed until
Intentions of
New inventions
in socialism with new record hits,
Is a serious position
Homosapien bait being marketed
In trends and picks,

still alarming like tense press
struggling to get to the biggest Mansions that compel him with thick thought process till he's wrighting on walls with his fingernails after all the letters meshed through 5 color pens overlapping with different wordin written in description that isnt legible even with the skeleton left from his frustration and drawings calling whispers know to be his voice hauntin
All around distances never distinguish or proven

(Deep)

Into the Forrest I walk blindfolded and pulled,
Aliens, cults, and shadows speaking words,
It's more fun to write a story thats suspenseful then one with no worth,
I work in folk lores and each word sounds like armies pulling swords,
I'm Golden like going panning where nobody's sighting as someone from the distance describes colors of lightning,
I require carrots the way I hip hop and attack starving Marvin like Martian toon ****** loon Roger the framed Grammy with smee and the princess with brother Luigi .. see
I'm just pretty with lyrically challenging wording warming in warnings during my warping and corpse ring I'm ordering when ripping vividly remembering mixing up tricky performing and never missing munipulating the weakening of cheeky speak easys that chant ceremonies
Like churches and voting for leaders under there policies,
I can make all poets and wrighters wish they could say

(UnorthodoxMethods)

To me violently

and be the next to be engrained in there memories,
Like Jesus Christ and Wars that accomplished thing we don't see,
Just structured invisibility with others testimony spreading like wildfire getting wispers from a breeze,
Organized perfectly till everybodys in slavery and celebraties and presidency means king,
Looking at the black and white heavy and thin, light and dark with whatever's out to get in,
i try to spark a light in a dark world where
copycat/clone and new lower steeps,
I search and creep
Take a peak,
and render
the sly speach to be obsolete
so we can reach into the peak of Atlantians Mars
Daily reports of the week.  
I want the book of secrets we pretending it's real like the Vaticans hidden Histories aren't a big deal,
And these unorthodox methods are real
Savage