spent some time
talking about my absence.
some time discussing
the theatr, oft unwillingly,
while dining.

our lack of chairs,
rubber backed blankets,
and whether to sit on walls.

there is another performance
going on.

it is not at the theatr,
this time.

sbm.

light bulbs and cotton hankies .
all things are useful, bulbs
bring light , denote ideas,
good intentions, spent,
collected.
cotton hankies, frayed hold the books,
yet those with nylon, stretch the skin
resulting in red and soreness.

shy away from dangerous commodities,
use the best, those tradtional artefacts
which are gentle on your soul, bring light.

wipe your nose clean.

sbm.

today we have added notes for your interest.

A HANDKERCHIEF (also called handkercher or hanky) is a form of a kerchief, typically a hemmed square of thin fabric that can be carried in the pocket or purse, and which is intended for personal hygiene purposes such as wiping one’s hands or face, or blowing one’s nose. A handkerchief is also sometimes used as a purely decorative accessory in a suit pocket. When used as an accessory to a suit, a handkerchief is known as a POCKET SQUARE. There are a wide variety of ways to fold a pocket square, ranging from the austere to the flamboyant.

The material of a handkerchief can be symbolic of the social-economic class of the user, not only because some materials are more expensive, but because some materials are more absorbent and practical for those who use a handkerchief for more than style. Handkerchiefs can be made of cotton, cotton-synthetic blend, synthetic fabric, silk, or linen.

Historically, white handkerchiefs have been used in place of a white flag to indicate surrender or a flag of truce; in addition to waving away sailors from port. King Richard II of England, who reigned from 1377 to 1399, is widely believed to have invented the cloth handkerchief, as surviving documents written by his courtiers describe his use of square pieces of cloth to wipe his nose.

it can be a difficulty
with feelings, indications,
suchlike and endlessly.climbing the gate
was easy, the walk
slipped the slate
higher.

us in wellingtons
and ballet shoes,
decided against
ambition. war time
traps, climbed back
the gate again.

another day will
do for such meanderings.

sbm.

. red .


a white room, blood on the pillow.
empty rooms sublime, look how
the light comes, how the red,
glows.

into warmth here, and above.

he is a solitary man.

sbm.

. rooms .
( rooms and partitions)
flow. we are a different colour          now,

words came readily , night, the white room,

gathering.                        woven with detail.

light early, empty headed, toes tapping, nothing

is remembered.                                  early grey,

sky pink.                                          another day,

in our rooms and partitions.                          this

does not mean.                                     i love you .

. the  red dress .
description in words,
draped, silk in lime light.talk endlessly of pin
tucks, and pleatings.
yet she said,             things
are too profound.   a standing
ovation.

moths in light,
all things due sound.

this was a charity gala, all befrocked,
with polished shoes.        have you
heard the welsh sung?         he sung
lovely,     my lovely.

we liked her red dress.

sbm.

time is upon us, as he writes,

yellow dust from the fire,

the old way.

he weaves, a dance of dream,

remembering the beginning

of it all,

museum artefacts.

muse trapped ,

ash escapes his brain

into solitude.

days left,

three voices

rise, until just one

is heard.

©sbm