The kick back of dust, momentarily realised her as particle. It crossed my mind that I no longer needed to say ‘I’, or only to describe a cul-de-sac, which could be travelled lengthwise and returned to undercover of she. The third person who caused crowd.

Happen it did. The time it takes to remember why, is the length of another life. I was still watching her wander on the spot. Juggling with left and right. Throwing truce to dexterity. One soiled handkerchief and pole later, frames a circular track and dust.

In case you were wondering she has strolled away. I see her back to back, it is really the only way forward. Against the overtime that in memory is far from over. When I asked her what she had to say, this was her answer: "

Time to grow a white beard
in the form of a flag
and chin wave.

To stumble this close
and no further, a hair’s breadth
away from raised arms.
The barber in me, won’t let that happen.”

But what had held them? Not knowing her own strength, invisible bounds roped twos together that could never be. A handstand changed her view. But at the elbow she was still at right angles. A hold: it was more stow than have, kept something behind, just in case.

In that pacing (performance rated) there were enough knots to tie her life up tight. It was a complication method, allowing somewhere more time to look further away. Just to say "I’ve arrived" didn’t announce enough difficulty.

And everything was easy by then, hands-free you might say. She wasn’t about to put them behind her back again, not now she knew what held them there.

She fell outside her surroundings to the suburbs of self. In the satisfied streets there was much to admire in pavement, even if convenience left a lot uncovered and cracks appeared long before everyone had finished walking.

6

The glare behind blindfolds gives light a measure of lime. Running right past imperfection just in case she was thanked by insight or squeezed at her soft spot. With emphasis in session, it was easy to feel surrounded.

16

Because her whisper remained unfinished, the soft and low of impact impersonated silence. Through a slit in her imagination she assumed unheard of heights in shadow clumsiness. Casting stifle on murmur.

5 x 3

Along a humid passageway
a hand obstructs my demands
it is not yours, and yet singled out
as I feel, any touch would leave impression
and divide skin from shield.

Keeping a collision untarnished
is like walking suspended from the ground,
any incomplete stride places
pressure on avoidance.

28

A solid insistence (something like pushy furniture) furtively
fails the riddle of
false haze.

A fog that doesn’t quite subsist,
sprawls out a costly
swerve (Dear Turn,) brandishing absence
as a forerunner to scream,

uprooting a greasy shared divulgence (the sort that slips throats)
swilled down like tranquillisers to perish memories.

Whipping detection into shape
with a tipple that teeters on ripe
gentleness, sluggish yet blatant

to grapple
and grin

as surplus hindsight chronicles the charm that chips.

7 x 2 d’’’’’’’’t of 7

a solitary instance furthers,
falls right through
the head of familiarity

quickening submission into
spreading out a costume
of swollen branches, that absconds
this foreign scrawl

and upturns a great shakes divergence
swelling tranquility to perk up remind-ments

wisps of determination
tiptoe on the teaching of a trace rift
generous sloppy blends

grab
and gripe

as a surprising hint christens the chat that chits.

42/w

under the umbrella of Yes
is filed a loose hair on its way to collar

reciting prose as it drifts
in follicle form

to the play of locks:
such padding for time

42/u

just to the right of wide
takes a reasonable inkling

by surprise, red in the face
and beginning to dim a mock-up

the intermission renting
me, reached indigo

…until humour stops staring

there’s time to put your tongue in cheek
skip meals and form a band.
Let me tell you, there are no clouds where clouds live.

42/f descendent of 99 (Sats'day disappeared post)

See & See

blue achieves me
to let between

imitation see the
end and green

clue boast to
give narrowly middle

/Oh I see, what they call a narrow escape, is only a replica/

1 d’sc’nd’nt of 1

and,
in fall,
underway again -

catch, catch
this jointed grasping existence
in a flock of hands
smeared with cautious conventions
that loan the sky walls and face
advancing restoration

42/e descendent of 99

Awe & Spot

a crow cleans
your horizon as

released weakness
backs the unsheltered

position protected from
flies and find

/taking the blush from your sunset, is it too late to stay found/

42/d descendent of 99 & >>>>

Yes & And

a brown fall
time you’ve lost

for settling still
with today’s script

seeing hair act
for so much

/there was no ‘and’ to add yes/

42/c descendent of 99

Bud & Biology

open by turning
as space jostles

to unfasten escape
in arrival attempt

revolution’s very lick
chokes if chosen

/come by and bloom, I’m not running anymore. Even a memory could overtake/

42/a descendent of 99 & transforming... here

Glint & Fade

before distance calls time
towards point of thread

/at the end of thread is a point of beginning, the towards that takes me nearer to your distance and calls time before we have closed./

you glint and fade
as necessity can

for passion hands cold
night into the position of day

99 descendent of -10 and in transit... to here

Having intertwined all the extra bindings she could lay hands on,
a sequence of intents memorized her deficiencies
connecting all rips in perception.

(To see between, even for a moment, a memory’s glint and fade, before the tear that in time calls all things apart, towards the thread of point, of position. In this way, necessity could be handed down through passion, and the cold light of day warmed to night.)

In contact with separation, commonsense misses its mark when
struck by the flamboyance of restraint. She
tolerates distraction’s dazzling.

(To see between the blinds that draw themselves over patience (can we ever wait long enough for a crack in the shade?) is to see past delay to the scoreboard. Colourfully chalked up with ‘on your marks’ - a consistent setting up of parting relies on go for sustenance.)

The stamina of revolving doors, rotation burnished, to fix incomers
betraying the push and shove rhythm that limits
even her nominees for expansion.

(To be chosen to open out, like bud by biology, (catch me if you can – a revolution in running) but instead choke on the very nourishment that jostles for mouth space. At quite a lick, the traitors escape turning, to unfasten their reflections in an attempt to lose track of their arrival. What verve!)

Abruptly, she repaid the spurs-of-the-moment, giving ground the eye.
A trickle of verbs joked about doing nothing.
You refined your likeness.

(And yes, when you fall on hard times, you will still have brown hair and act as if you’ve lost the script. So much for seeing the soiled. So much for settling up with today)

Wonder hoses down wishy-washy steps that immerse thriving stains,
safe as this may seem, in windswept support. As she blasts
around a straight corner.

(And the spot on your horizon that awe cleans of its weakness, is protected by your unsheltered backing. You find yourself in a position of no escape, released from ‘as the crow flies’, because you are not a crow.)

Starting with colours, good tints boast the resolve to narrowly achieve
imitation. Your hue regulates, however anxiously,
the number of drifts in your river.

(To see between end and beginning, to see between blue and yellow. Let me give you a clue – at green middle, imitation narrowly achieves its boast.)

-10 descendent of 10+ and in transit to...here

Bend eleven restless rulers into one
and phoney feats scarcely
solve the boot of sense.

From the blue order, no instigation
erects close by, as shots from
breezy benefaction take on a harmless streak.

Well
plans submerge into shadow by the insipid waters of admiration.

A portrait of charm gives in to uncover
that polished comic’s wordy revelation,
all eyes retreat during hurried rewards
developing rivals out of freedom
as calmly limited beats
budge the double-crossed gaze to bright divisions of endurance.

Flair stripped of simplicity:

to sense, or miss.

Does isolation associate with knowledge?
[Split / link / lack / learn]

For the sake of string, tie up more laces.

10 + descendent of 9

(My miscalculation renounces / displeasure,)
1 + 1 = 11 breeds discontent with the power to one,

(with / outer success unadorned,)
the superficial victory barely

(perseverance / strives to signify. /)
resolves to kick meaning.

+

(Astonishingly, no / requests are hurled, /)
A bombshell asking not to be launched,

(raising foregrounds from /)
hoists a nearby scene from

(restrained support to orderly assembly.)
cool patronage to a non-hazardous line.

(Fine /)
Fine

(plans fall out of shape by fair disrespect. /)
tactics sink into silhouette by pale impertinence.

+

(The front of grace / gives you as spectator /)
The face of allure hands over your informant

(a plausible performer, / verbose and unacquainted with sight, /)
that slick entertainer, rambling and raw to vision,

(attentive to safety cheering energetic un-pickings /)
all ears to refuge rooting through brisk spoils

(and making friends out in the open /)
and forming playmates out of space

(after tediously short lived simple strides /)
after monotonously scant paces

(move from the disloyal individual gape /to overcast chunks of impatience. /)
move from the unfaithful single stare to cloudy portions of intolerance.
[There is no end to bite.]

(Exposed efficiencies are plain: /)
Naked skills are uncomplicated:

(to like, / or leave out. /)
to feel for, or skip.

( Does separating intricacy keep neglect free from rejection?)
Does dividing involvement sustain complimentary ignorance from rebuff?
[split / link / stay / cost / lack / snub]
on be/half of chains, keep on spending less on shoulders that remain cold.

9 descendent of 6

my reckoning
persists with delighting your inner failing
dashing on ricochet
in an attempt to mean

ordinary requests and fling
sinking backgrounds from
flashy plinths to book separation -
faulty guidelines warped by partial respect

the rear of scandal
robs your performers
of implausible watchers
too speechless and acquainted with fabric
absent-minded about threat looming, apathetic weave
quarrels in the alley

enthralling prolonged tricky treads
headed for the faithful mutual gawk
all iridescent with morsels of patience
(like escorts without links and travellers
unharmed by onlookers)
the clandestine complications buried

to dislike,
or encompass

abutting simplicity swaps observation for absorption.

6 descendent of 3

my calculations
persevere with charming your inland weakening
sprinting on echoes
so as to intend

down-to-earth proposals and scatter
subsiding backdrops from
overstated pedestal to reserved segregation
flawed policies twisted by unfinished admiration

the backside of disgrace
plunders your actors
with unbelievable spectators
too mute and familiar with cloth
daydreaming with risk gathering, tepid tissue
bickers on the walkways

enchanting lengthy difficult stairs
in the direction of the flock's communal gaze
all shimmering at crumbs of endurance
(like navigators missing friends and passengers
untouched by passers by)
the deepest complexity concealed

to disfavour,
or embrace before

adjoining effortlessness interchanges perceptivity for intensity.

3 descendent of 2

in addition,
insist on captivating interior decline
running on repetition
that's why

homespun propositions disperse
and abate their surroundings, from
exaggerated base to reticent exclusion -
imperfect rules contorted by unhewn honours

the flipside of shame
spoils your characters
with unlettered listeners
too tight-lipped and intimate with blindfolds
inattentive to danger in session, lukewarm flesh
wrangles in the gangway

taking long thankless steps
towards the herd's public eye -
glaring at specks of survival
(like pilots lacking companions or hitchhikers
unswayed by overtakers)
the innermost difficulty unshown

to disadvantage,
or hold back again

near ease exhanges insight into emphasis.

8 descendent of 5

introduce me
to impact:
an unfinished whisper
given that

this scene shoves me into a slit
I jump back from the impersonation
to an unassuming height
this load bends my charmless prettification

by waning this melodramatic spare
and revisiting clumsiness
I taint my script
with unschooled listeners
too useful for the shadow
too certain to disclose

vigilant, I lean on a damp chair close by
in the undying corridor
and maintain my sole on unthankful rugs
as a glow hounds me
do I mingle in? or part?

to portray,
and replace above

in utilizing a nuance, conviction mends judgement.

5 descendent of 2

and I insert
within collision
an incomplete aside
since

this place manhandles me like a slot machine
I recoil from the impression -
an unpretentious level becomes tactless obstruction
whose demands deform my impolite adornments

- by relapsing this theatrical extra
and returning to awkwardness
I tarnish my abc’s
with untutored spectators
too handy for the shade
too conclusive to transpire

watchful, I rest on a humid stool to hand,
in the eternal passageway
keeping my feet off the ungrateful doormat
as a light beam singles me out
do I blend in? or divide?

to depict,
and return over

in exploiting an inflection, glibness renovates discretion.

2 descendent of 1

plus,
inside descent,
ongoing again
because

at home we hustle these dispensers,
shrinking the atmosphere from
inflated ground to discreet barricade –
laws distort rude decorations

- reverting this histrionic other
back to embarrassment
blemishing your alphabet
with an illiterate audience
too close to the curtain
for anything final to happen

caution sits in a warm seat, nearby
there’s always an aisle to be
paced – with unappreciative carpeting
torchlight picks up an ‘a’ in the crowd
does it belong in wary? or another?

to draw,
and back again

in the use of an accent, fluency converts tact.

Direction of descendents:

1 to 4 to 7
t
o
2 to 5 to 8
t
o
3 to 6 to 9

7 descendent of 4

one time more I
dwindled throughout,
placing myself before experience
while circumstances within

accelerate suggestions,
broadening my disguise:
an inflamed totality, that splits
this odd illegible flaw

and capsizes my vital difference
who multiplies unease to improve recall.

a scrap of continuance
slinks in the course of a single breach
ravenous for careless fusions

to snatch,
and snatch again

as the unanticipated decode, calls from the chat that wraps.

4 descendent of 1

and I, once more,
during decrease,
locate it happening anew
since conditions inside

hasten these offers,
extending my facade to
a swollen whole, that
divides this eccentric's scribbled blemish

- overturning my momentous other
who spreads the concern, to enhance and reinstate

a dot of survival
that slithers in the direction of a solo riff
greedy for casual unions

to clutch,
and clutch again

as the unlooked-for decipher, contacts the talk that covers.

1

and,
in fall,
underway again
as -

in rush those hands
stretching the sky's face along
a distended world wall whose
conventions smudge graffiti

- reversing this historic elsewhere,
smearing the 'a' in caution to restore advance

a fleck of existence
glides towards a lone thumb
grasping at uncommitted joints

to catch,
and catch again

as bi-fingerly, we translate touch into the dialect of skin.