TO WHOM IS HOME?

TO WHOM IS HOME?

I am
Am I not?
I am

And wander
And wonder
And wander

And wonder
Who wanders
And wonders

And wanders
And wonders
Who wonders who wanders

And wonders
Who wonders
Who wanders who wonders …

And wonder
Who wonders who wonders
And wonder who wonders

And wonders
And wanders
And is

HOLY BLASPHEMY, BATMAN

HOLY BLASPHEMY, BATMAN

If You are all this then
As You tell me I am
Then are You not me too
And I conversely You

A LOCUM I

A LOCUM I

I’m not sure
That we aren’t
Everywhere
All the time
Just not paying
Due attention
At the moment
With so much going on
And so forth

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

This identity
Determined to improve things
So full of itself

WIELDING

WIELDING

Does a pen know what words to use?
Surely it is only the wielder of the pen.
And does a writer know what tale to tell?
This wielding business when examined
Surely begs a few questions of its own.

BLINKERED

BLINKERED

We spend our lives in
Attacking or defending
Are(n’t) we all we are?

WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?

WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?

Close study reveals
Individuality
As an illusion

LEAF

LEAF

This leaf in my path
It was not there yesterday
Which of us has changed?

Books are made from trees
Who is it recognises
That books have leaves too?

Wind blows through all things
Leaves, paths, books, trees, observers
Who causes the wind?

NOTHINK

NOTHINK

Our brothers
And sisters
Took turns
Attacking us

To teach us
There is
Nothink
To defend

THE CIRCULAR LETTER

THE CIRCULAR LETTER

The Present arrives
Sans sender acknowledgement
… The recipient?