Poetry #292

CLEANING OUT THE CLOSET

Ah,
The theatre
The opening night
The dream prep set,
The house,
Painting's wall behind,
That proportions lost
In upward glance,
The depth of the house
More a plane,
As well, near
Part painting above,
Thoughts opening,
Showed not up
Though gathered
All were there,
A film later found shown,
Disappointed some who knew
I was there,
Others quite happy
To have seen,
What did,
Then exited back
Door to walk
The road
Toward parts unknown
And wondered
The why of it,
The turn,
From the role to be played,
Standing there alone and seeming
Not able to go on,
Left the stage.

Drove roads taken before
To find
Twist and turns
Different now with cones
On the pavement restricting
Path for a truck to unload
Winding roads.
The wave of thoughts
Return to me in forms
Known and unknown,
And informs thoughts.
Information,
Age,
In - Formation.
A flash,
Where reach the glass
That wouldn't be empty,
Servants would have it filled.
Now I
To the water
To fill the glass,
The servant play
To reach for it,
It is filled and
It is always filled.
Too reached for light,
Flash
The Zurich Bar
The turning images
Entrance made and worn
Who,
Turn and someone
Lights cigarette held,
Continued,
Whatever doings
Being done.

What images forth matters
Not in it's interpreted
Form defined as such,
Yet includes all.
Flash were another life, or a
Script, film, painting, or
Probable existence
Somewhere in some frame,
Time or space,
The flash itself is actions taken.
Concepts and actions same.
Reflectively aspects
Too do for each other.
Though recognized
Beyond the form
The medium
The message.
Smaller frames, too.
Used frames astrotalk
Where retro now
To program directs
Imaged used
So thoughts return in forms,
In those terms,
The outflow of income
The same.

What within work then
Takes form.
The stage
The words
The journey, paint, show,
Forth it flows,
'Change Direction'
The 'symbol's' representations.
Funny the idea
Date too
The years
Retro to direct and
N.conj.pluto as per terms.

So I'm out,
I'm really out.
Is my cup ever really empty?
Cleaning out the closets,
So do step out on a limb,
Having cleared,
Be willing to go that way.
Reflective reversals turned inside out.
'Coincident'


Poetry #293

OFF BALANCE FOG

Travel over land
Where floods
At times
Get past them,
Fort right and after
Cobblestone drive
Housing group plan
It's circle to go out,
Already,
Two cars,
Red and blue,
Blocked entrance,
Exit to the complex.
Beeped to move,
No one responded,
Found out which house
And knocked on door.
Person irrately answered,
Keys in one,
But not other
Bruised and bleeding
As the car was not injured,
Seemed though a fight
Of some sort, rather,
Than falling down a hill,
Finally key on a chain,
Could move both.
Relevant,
Off balance
Fog,
Sit and focus here.
On what's the actors
Directions pull
To focus
Upon what?
Compressed day
Prior reflective
Bank post amounts
Account now.
Talk,
Sit,
Collect reverses and listens
To what's focus
For what,
Leads to and on surrounding
Patterns and attending activity.
After, noon above,
Impressions/perceptions
In which found
Find self,
Off-center?
Quiet centered self hear
Multiple forms integrative
Express same manner,
Passing thoughts.
Where future possible,
Knows either, 'pipe dream'
Reed songs then?
Else extends time away
Context/content now.
One must deal the present
In the now,
With which one 'learns'
Closing sessions,
Or end,
Where multiple books
Simultaneously being written,
And many other such
Available is one's capacity
To explore and expand present
Inclusion consciousness - materialized!
All is
All Already, [set-go]...
Probables chosen flow
Co-op with the inevitable seen,
Experience in camouflage
Move to other acts and books played.
Funny thought,
Cigs, coffee, and write,
Especially early 'weakness',
'English, Lit., verbal skills', and spoken
As baby
Being painful,
Words.
Then!

©2002 - JV Harvey