2026-06

cutting the ring band to lead off the new warm moon
making old films in heavy tapes into light bits
setting out to make things in life that much lighter
caring not whether the midwits like it or not

finding a whole world in each so-called boring thing
keeping the shape of these lines after all these moons
seeing how midwits still can't get wind of all this
hearing how he was the luckiest man on earth

finding that meaning often gets killed by meaning
writing all this with care and getting next to none
making a lot of stuff yet it feels like nothing
drifting endlessly through the networks like a ghost

hearing songs from ten years ago out of nowhere
walking into old things that should have stayed hidden
sensing a bit of understanding by others
wanting to stay on this small network a bit more

taking the linked-in tool and making it my own
stealing the thoughts of others by tweaking the words?
twisting their words and drawings to make something "new"
knowing how to hide the theft is the way to go?

knocking the moon out and then bringing the sun in
throwing the trash down and then cleaning the room up
sleeping the day away then coming back to life
looking too far ahead and then falling behind

getting weary at all the sixes and sevens
seeing how they mock the young and their way of life
feeling like we were the youth only yesterday
saying new words until others know what they mean

shutting off the lights of this flat for one last time
tweaking my whereabouts from the there to the here
dealing with the fallout of having lost something
having yet a house but lacking a long-time home

reading out loud as the only good way to read
keeping my mind off the flat with these murky books
knowing you have not read until you have read those
outlining the folkways of the now and the new

sitting down after a long time doing too much
feeling empty but still have a strong drive for life
having still so much to do to make things streamlined
seeing how the clocks keep melting away with time

filling time by resting and not doing a thing
picking which fights to fight and which fights to let go
knowing some thick-brained folk can't shift their minds at all
letting fights that go nowhere go into the trash

waking up to a day of some crazy ballgames
knowing that most don't care about these loaves and rings
seeing our land's team play against a three-folk land
seeing blue flags with a gold three-side and white stars

liking cooler weather even when it is cold
liking the sun but also if the day stays cool
helping all to think it through and build something good
looking forward to winter right before summer

watching an eighty-year-old fall asleep at work
flagging the day as one with some merrymaking
waiting three more weeks to see another shit show
becoming grim about leaders from any side

riding around my new neighbourhood in bear-town
coming to a split now on the long winding road
wondering whether to give in to hubs of fluff
going with the stuff then the fluff and then the bluff

making these short lines end with the same kind of clang
starting with a whimper but ending with a bang
putting on a great show with this unending flow
getting stopped hard by the cops for having these chops

making myself free by having the right worksheets
making them shy away with these looking like tweets
shaping the wordscape one twelve-beat line in each go
becoming a wave that the big crowds cannot slow

thwarting all the cries to be like everyone else
bucking the bucking buckers bucking the bucked bucks
seeing if you read or even skimmed that last line
leaping into the fourth wall and breaking it all

seeing six goals go through yesterday for the win
watching our big land win an earth mugged game for once
looking at the win as a kindling for the mind
wielding the smooth ways and the sharp tools of the light

sweeping the irks of others into the dustbin
coming upon another summer with tired eyes
seeing the sun melt time like snow on a hot day
choosing not to split but to make something brand new

basking in the sun means to bathe oneself in it
asking all to know the roots of words in and out
saying and writing longer words do not mean much
understanding the short words however means all

hoping they won't set fire to those clouds of wisdom
quenching their ill will to burn down the given hubs
wielding the weighted edges for our tomorrows
holding onto deeper understandings of things

letting them yell "slop" at the bits of thoughtful gold
letting them stay mad while happiness comes to me
reading about where we will go before the trip
soaking in more meaning when we get there at last

choosing not to write feel good shit on this dry leaf
wanting more to bring out deep and dark webs of thought
shoving truths into the murky depths of the web
getting minds to take heed instead of liking shit

snapping out of the hubs of stuff and fluff of yore
shifting the world to wield a more rooted word stock
handling big word tools to craft long lasting meanings
linking mindful inklings into a thoughtful web

riding the yellow-red wild one into the dark
letting the world fall in on itself while we hark
leading the way by letting them choose to follow
caring not whether their will is true or hollow

writing twelve beats in each line and four lines each day
letting one read all these lines upwards or downwards
hoping one will find the hidden roots of these words
writing not by a loom or tool but with a mind

letting them steal the lines but not the flows and shapes
narrowing it all down to hold a few key tools
needing far less fluff now to bear down and make stuff
lighting short stumps on fire but staying cool and tough

waiting for this flat to sell in a world gone mad
choosing to walk away from the loud of the crowd
seeing the crowds crowd there when there's more room down here
winning means the knowledge to go where crowds don't go

giving all those who see this the means to take it
knowing they can steal words but they can't steal the means
keeping the word game tight and keeping the dumb out
blocking the big word tools by writing with a mind