If I am indecisive
in any way
I wouldn't be sitting here
cause there
are places where being
indecisive
does not mean do or don't

The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals
skipping pebbles in ripples of lores

Here we see Anna's way
to the left is the Unforgiven Avenue
whilst a little further we will come to Black Lane
roll down the hill into Anxiety Corner
and if one walks long enough you will reach Open Door Road
where lies the fields of forget-me-nots in evergreen bloom

So we have our Dr Livingstones in exploration
mapping tributaries charting crumbling sources to K2
crampons  goggles and climbing ropes unnecessary
bare white eyes sees best in white noise and snow blindness
our intrepid warriors are chipping away from Wigan Pier
to the Black Forest where all you know is all you don't know

The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals and mud flats
skipping pebbles in ripples of folklores

we want to increase the Conscripters
and give them more to do
its easy to be foolish and childish
so lets put new names to it
and whirl tin heads like candy floss
verses prose inconsequential
we'll turn you over like dull chapters

In voiceless rays from the ages of light
with solemnity enchanted

it is bequeathed at vespers and hallow
Blessed God does not punish
by not giving seekers their burning desires

in true punishment
God gives it all but not the souls or time
to behold claim and enjoy them

God in his mercy has given me all this time
to see in crystal rays all my gifts

whilst foes and naysayers have little or less time
and neither the eyes or souls
to embrace and enjoy the promises real within

for dusted in darkness an fears
they are left with all the time they dimly want
to squirm rage bristle and hate
HE they want to be but can never ever be

God has given them all the time
because they have neither the minds souls or eyes
to know or truly enjoy themselves

they have the gift of time to hate themselves
through me

So its not possible or viable
to put your orange squash in an old wine bottle
for freezing
to drink later when its very very cold
I suppose only visionaries
can do this

In the make-believe globule
the partisans talk in tongues inaudible
only attuned to like mindless
we may see but neither them or us know
as chalk differs from granite
in all honesty yellow means noting to me
another parables of *******
for I know there is nothing real or imagined
that is yellow about moi
in succinct appreciation moi knows moi
and surely no yellow belly
nor oriental yellow though moi just loves
the glorious yellows
of Van Gogh's five canvases of sunflowers in a vase