breaking cups    spilling tea will abuse the hospitality
please come. i have the kettle on.    this is not the time
for hostility

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low
over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.
grey.

blimey. is like a little insect
hopping about up there




it has been a pleasant few days
regarding weather and rearranging

things

especially garden benches
increased in price recently

with the need to assemble

it was decided to swap the one out the back for that up by the lane here

carried through the house as the hall runs front to back

previously an alley between
where swallows nested

now closed off and furnished
all a bit of an obstacle course

with the garden seat in hand




it did not fly very high

she came worried about monkey pox
so made her ordinary  tea

the next day I travelled  up
walked the streets and saw
the stories there
for a change

the voices rise

was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry

water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

:: hiding ::

hiding could be the ultimate solution

some of us have adopted as per the guidelines


remember how you turned your back as a child

thought no one could see you

as you could not see them?


either that or go in disguise

a devil of an issue

yet i will rather say that all things are
on a spectrum
of colours & ideas

nothing is one colour only,      as decided
in invented rules.  for we are all different

small thing  ragged who knows all of it

pieces torn away

work along the coast with thread and diligence

gather wools

layer carefully we shall have warmth this winter

their house was
down by the stream that
ran the side of the road

told you, no one will listen if we are quiet,

they have all lost interest’

yes.

‘do they only listen to loud folk , those that  shout

and remonstrate’

seems so.

there may be after effects
yet

nobody suggested a flock of pigeons

at 2pm that snowy afternoon

and that notes will be made

no one mentioned sleeping
later than usual

those chin tattoos
that come all beautiful
and trendy

no one thought that you will like one…

added bits and embellishments which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense my head came heavy with drowsy
fell off
&
i did not return

good that things come different
that all is not the same

all the time

i could write regarding monotony

then tell you the predicted of which came two

the usual board game and a mode of marriage

accepted some places
illegal the other

she implied she was married
and many assumed so

yet he never divorced
my mother

all things come differing

james

7°

early

have rubbed a little place on the window
to see the snow falling

she disliked that
my mum

said it left a mark
that she would have to clean the window
again

never mind the excitement of snow

don’t find it attractive to lay in
you know the angel thing

otherwise the white and quietness
are welcome

at the very bottom of my garden

down by a wood pile and rusting
implements

have come the snowdrop drift

and also

over there and there and
by the gate

i walk outside once a day for exercise
and enjoyment

to explore

then later I walk round the garden
look at every tiny place

today I will take photographs

james

met her at the forest by the hotel
we were volunteers
and seemed to get on well

agreed to visit the fabric store
at the coast
see the rusted ships together

be friends

just before the pandemic hit

we connect on social media now

there are others met at london

the exhibition

and akhenaten

there is a pause in proceedings
that can’t be helped

winter brings differing challenges

objects fall and are mended

it is

nearly the end of november

abakhan

yes warmth and food
we have shelter

rain comes here in waves
reflecting feelings

sometimes i can smell the sea
though some miles from the shore

rules say to walk from the house
not to take the car

so I don’t

go to the shore
while others do

put photos on social

my time will come

we had toast just now with an
egg, a treat
deserved of a comma there

then coffee

later nuts and raisins
and so on through the

day

you have spoken of your home with
good descriptions while I think one

can google mine

perhaps i will check
and buy a bucket for

the leak

darkness descends
with out the need for words. pray for
forgiveness if you are so inclined.

what is it?

how will they know for thinking
comes silent inside our heads
unless we utter

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

the clouds hang heavy

the mass, the clouds lay heavy, rain that came, that blinded again. blinded those that could not see the love and idle artefacts, each one a statement of nothing in particular.

the air moves

on my face.

i turn

look past the curtain

light is wonderful


lifts the brain and limbs
beyond


sparkles rain the morning


once again we have the repetition

has beautiful spots james

while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
know

yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do

i guess that is a story for another morning
james

your time will come

i will wait politely here until the time
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing

no more

we wonder for the phone is like a
little tablet
the tablet just a big phone
with no phone and a torch

so an half an hour spent
on ebay looking at those

to light the way

you see
we think we have a future here

do you
too?

will I eat the walnuts with raisins

from my mother’s saucer

then move the hour hand with my finger


shall I decline your invitation to walk

suggest a chat in open air


these are questions that need no answers


most things are past

done with then put away neatly into boxes

until that random ****** day the door flies opens

and it all spills out again

intentions to change it all

then see what is already there and

carry on quietly
knowing the change will come

whether slowly or suddenly

james

how small
how white the child
skin rinsed with tears

salt in the wind

blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

said old people fold notes

&

i felt insulted.

she said it bothered her a lot

when she counted them.

we should keep them flat

&

others may agree

a thing so private, so intense .   . simple , complex. no one will see it .  

                        note your achievements to date.                     .hell no

do you see that it is not there?


having checked several times this end

find there is just the one with no problems therefore


note the rules down one side

hysteria the other


lists remain of all that is lost

no mention of gains or fortitude


some may look for the other one

some may find it


while the little people with their arms held high

dance in the sunlight with all that remains


we ask for the italian music this morning

nice little house.

who knows what goes on there.

serendipidy
all is honesty
i have a witness.

evidence produced.

should like a big wooden fence
for to hide behind

away from the hedge police and others

mine is metal
the broken bits with wire

and hate sanding with a vengeance.

did you make it?

there is time now to wipe the windows
like the others did

now there is furlough with days to spare

as a kid
i watched the water run


waiting

a hope for mint
chocolate
from the shop

those days we were left a while
with time to watch
the water run

should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

one enjoys the names of colours here

would have liked a job in that department

ignoring the racist ones from the fifties

smiling at those from farrow and ball

heritage colours come dull

as lockdown hit here first

i painted my outsides in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yets remains as the description

a new bike
how joyful

have missed a day or so here
being busy with organising things

for something

and being out of work

while working here

forgot to write
so sorry and everything

our government is *******
things are falling apart

eating pies is a good idea

14.21

eight thirty  till five.   it could have been easy, yet there were issues of the electronic kind   meaning wasting time with wires and connections.

cover the surface.   it takes time.

oh unsuitable paint you
covered lovely with no
comments as all are at
home

as advised

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is nice you
know

all ok for me here
even though my battery
gone low

writing before
it recharges

life is pleasant
even with the arrival

of

monkey pox thing
avoiding zeds all together

guess you know more about war
than most

good you have your benefits
now

he asked to be friends
with suchlike

so we replies no just pals

and he don’t understand

hahaha

am not bothered
me

maybe you will help
with the writing

it was a documentary
so i guess it is still there

james

16.26

#slabcity

find pieces of jigsaw
everywhere here,
and they
don’t fit
together.

if i try
they make
the wrong picture

we should look after things
better. i wrote a thing a while
back. it filled my head with
pictures.

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

the summer house is gone

destroyed some years back now due to health and safety fears from the new owner

who was opening the house back up for holidays

i suggested that i could relocate it

yet they burned it, the pretty thing with all the imagined memories

i have a modern one gone faded now

then i wonder if she wanted to see my brother instead

tell you about the villages
close by yet still over the
mountain

where the good grub is
for midwinter