Tag: non-neurotypical
27. Filling These Voids with Foxes
“the fox some bounding shape
it made me feel dirty all over
like when you accept all circumstances
and agree to the continuance of power”
“remember the bloody head of the dog
stuck on a stake in the Midlands someplace
seen from the car as a curse
young & unaware of all our abasement”
“it ran into the brambles I think
enjoying its delicious games
bubbling off into memory now
like the symbol for utter astonishment”
“like the strange close attention of children
their concerns locked in comfortable unconcern
don’t you know school starts tomorrow
to stop you leaping like foxes?”
these are stories to tell about the self
and you – also scars then an unfolded universe
ungracile & bloody peculiar filling
something dark outside themselves
I dream
26. The Sudden Appearance of Foxes in the Darkness of Night Shocked Her Deeply
We:
choose something horrible
must sit at the edges
are smeared with a past
filthy as cake
regretted w/ everything
don’t know what is
learn very slowly
to hide inside possessions
abase ourselves to power
dream of many things
that may not happen
don’t trust
or like this world
– how can we
change it?
A Dog:
doesn’t regret
knows what is
even
hacked off head
knows what is
yet still
abased to power
Hate:
bubbles & flourishes
fuels & propels
gets caught up & sticks
– scratch off
w/ brambles
Children:
don’t realise
don’t clean
don’t hate
– where are we all
this early autumn sun?
The Stories:
scars & repetition
grand natural process
what comes after
unfilled voids appear
mean nothing
spore, bubble to flourish
tend into dreams
all about children
tell us
what action is
what words
can do
filling these voids
25. The Stories
We chose something horrible, of course – the stories
all the old scars that form our inheritance
and the yearly repetition of summer & then
what comes after
What comes before smeared all over us now
it’s a cruddy cake we do regret eating
a dog wouldn’t – but aren’t we lacking its sense
of what is?
Hate bubbles up like paint in the August sun
all the stuff we’d taken sticking to us now
the children don’t realise but it covers them
absolutely
The stories mean nothing, are blossom sporing
yet again our dreams: canicide, revolution and
personal fulfilment. We ought to like the world & trust
wisely don’t
22. Starting with Laughter a Bit
Starting with laughter
– why’s
never any of our patterning.
Need
neon and the delicious disordered:
David1 at dawn’d rebuild m.o.r.
aristocrats – alright, they seem barbecued now
a believable nothing: Sundays will
break the bones into constellations of summer:
Crash! Cross! Shine! Whatever
fucking entoptic now Sarah promises
poeticising her familiar. Need
is repetition
or kaka; no comment
this pudding fragments
– splash!
Suddenly smutty screaming – idealess
but alchemically Dynamic – OK like food
oh, or paper. A word. A world.
Disgust following – OK: the young
all starting off real but recursive
it’s a medium mess but fun, a bit