a rogue
was in the habit of opening his heart
he would insist
we all
squint upwards at the stars

it isn’t
very difficult
to make out
the truth

when you hoist the elephant
don’t forget to wet it thoroughly

The fall:
the excellence of the instrument
ominously prophetic
omens
prophecy
and no mistake!

the savings of his labours
nameless rubbish of conventional value
sweated out
under heavy burdens
amassed patiently
guarded with care,
cherished fiercely

imagination
from the imaginative
a flight of fancy
mysterious
impossible
immense, potent, and invisible
inconceivable and undreamt-of!

Redacted score from a performance by Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo 4 Hours of Drone @ CCA Sat 4th June 2011

this is
a piece of music
you are performing it
stop performing it
if you wish

He who reads
may be
affected permanently by
that experience

Note:
some
men
will talk shop
because
their lives
haven’t much
Life

microblogging
out of control
Imogen
that

everywhere
space
in perfect harmony
circular, opening
my eye
hovering
big enough for me to enter
inside – the sky
a gaping hole
the drizzle, spattering down
framed by holes
eyes, like caves
death stands in the garden
peer in
tools – chisels, saws, hammers
unfinished works
geometric spheres
pure, precise
melancholy