When I cannot speak certainly
It is when I cannot speak
certainly my halt for breath
or what philosophers
call a void
that calculations poke
their heads in
a square containing
elemental plottings
that care for calm
notations - for ladders
laid down to question
the dead uncanonised
wondering in chime
almost beaming to play
yet an exchange to the
known signal
means you as well
waiting, return about
in less words and string
the uncertainty of doing
when you stood out
like the hour on a
wristwatch in
your no-good tracking
of information accumulated
like clouds on a face of
the existing through conflict
on chatting terms with
the uncertainty of being
which launched a thousand
battleworn sartre and de beauvoir decoys
i don't know being
in any clover patch
of a ripe life
that we are assured of
like, when donald rumsfeld
met plato, to discuss wisdom
and the actor's craft of
'I don't know what I am being'
this was staged and I'm busily
scribing away like a screenwriter
making duck calls in a cinema
jamming their blotter in wearing pyjamas
and in a many years empty
brown glass tincture
jar the pharmacist punned
'take free times daily'
I knew what I was thinking
and that autopoem panel repairs
wanted to walk through
the motor of uncertainty
quietly, curving bow,
mass mailing valentine gifts
marking the postbox's transit
of Venus, the leftover material
from Winchester Cathedral
went to the moulding of a
flavoured jelly which is kind
of like the breadcrumbs in
the forest, or what twine is
in the labyrinth, the diminishing
of building that hopes to sell
you an estate made of stickynotes
that fell off the back of a truck
being auctioned off by real estate agents so drunk with investment they're posing like they work in PR on Saturdays
it's uncertainty made into a fireplace, bearskin rug, christmas wrapping paper, and planning vengeance for that time you
were surprised
warfare for unpreparedness
is, on pause, an extreme response, and to be teased
or not, or to tease always
expecting love's solid coat
to shine on the certainty
that uncertainty is a field
the surety that uncertainty
is a sphere and longhand minutes for its conference, working to rules and home soon
ready for cartoon ptolemies
to talk on superannuation
car insurance, zero field simulations, and unreal mash potato
the best uncertainty being
the fulfilment of the claim
that every lasagne is the greatest one, and this, another poem ending,
not unwarranted,
with words on
Italian
cuisine.
certainly my halt for breath
or what philosophers
call a void
that calculations poke
their heads in
a square containing
elemental plottings
that care for calm
notations - for ladders
laid down to question
the dead uncanonised
wondering in chime
almost beaming to play
yet an exchange to the
known signal
means you as well
waiting, return about
in less words and string
the uncertainty of doing
when you stood out
like the hour on a
wristwatch in
your no-good tracking
of information accumulated
like clouds on a face of
the existing through conflict
on chatting terms with
the uncertainty of being
which launched a thousand
battleworn sartre and de beauvoir decoys
i don't know being
in any clover patch
of a ripe life
that we are assured of
like, when donald rumsfeld
met plato, to discuss wisdom
and the actor's craft of
'I don't know what I am being'
this was staged and I'm busily
scribing away like a screenwriter
making duck calls in a cinema
jamming their blotter in wearing pyjamas
and in a many years empty
brown glass tincture
jar the pharmacist punned
'take free times daily'
I knew what I was thinking
and that autopoem panel repairs
wanted to walk through
the motor of uncertainty
quietly, curving bow,
mass mailing valentine gifts
marking the postbox's transit
of Venus, the leftover material
from Winchester Cathedral
went to the moulding of a
flavoured jelly which is kind
of like the breadcrumbs in
the forest, or what twine is
in the labyrinth, the diminishing
of building that hopes to sell
you an estate made of stickynotes
that fell off the back of a truck
being auctioned off by real estate agents so drunk with investment they're posing like they work in PR on Saturdays
it's uncertainty made into a fireplace, bearskin rug, christmas wrapping paper, and planning vengeance for that time you
were surprised
warfare for unpreparedness
is, on pause, an extreme response, and to be teased
or not, or to tease always
expecting love's solid coat
to shine on the certainty
that uncertainty is a field
the surety that uncertainty
is a sphere and longhand minutes for its conference, working to rules and home soon
ready for cartoon ptolemies
to talk on superannuation
car insurance, zero field simulations, and unreal mash potato
the best uncertainty being
the fulfilment of the claim
that every lasagne is the greatest one, and this, another poem ending,
not unwarranted,
with words on
Italian
cuisine.
