I Look At The Stage.

I Look At The Stage. -Written by Taylor John.

Have – stars,
Been: the,
Alter?

I, look – at,
The Stage: (the one – that,
Seems, now – like,
A Counter!)

I, look – at,
The Stage: (I, say) she – is,
But – like,
A Flower!

I, look – at,
The Stage: this –
Hour..

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There’s A Pretty Flower Free From The Tyranny.


There’s A Pretty Flower Free From The Tyranny. -Written by Taylor John.
[Image: Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila menziesii.]

It’s – not, man-molded
Of –
Plastic!

There’s – a,
Pretty flower: free – from,
The tyranny..

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when you talk, i listen

I shook like a flower

in your hand.

 

i was

gone

. in spirit                                  i was

not

. what

i                                               was

. but a shake of the head,

 

a nod.                                      not really

understanding.

everybody says I’m like           your

playground companion.

 

When you rise I fall,

like flies on death.

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The Shoes, Sir

He is speaking but I can’t hear him.

Not in any real sense.

Elections, god you hate them.

Three years is not long enough

to cleanse the senses; to throw off

the reams of promises, the taunts.

This politician has a suit.

It’s so Saville Row. Or Merivale.

You never know nowadays.

He raised his voice several times

and cliches rattled out.

He waved his arms to scatter his truth.

I noticed he forgot something.

His shoes – always

a big mistake.

That’s what my mother said:

check the shoes; the quality, the polish.

It was clear, then.

This man, by my mother’s measure,

was nothing more than an oaf.

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READINESS OF TONGUES.

READINESS OF TONGUES. -Written by Taylor John.

I.
Like, of everything that is, one moment in a time – all, worth fighting for – about! For, being. (Heart – as you would, speak – or, act “accordingly?”). Desire – of, Love’s Salvation and Intimacy – have with, Discomfort? Or, with Ease – in, Accompaniment: free – from, Shackles? Or, like caddied – whereby, ones acts of “Inner-worth”, and or “Inner-pride” – are as benefice, to reach an undoing? (Please – stand. O solemn head – Guard? And, Lend – of your own, dilemmas? (Mistake?) Oh!)
Good works of charity – like, the sense of accomplishment, of living out ambitions : the, desperate sense of punkiness – that which, the ambition – excludes, of? Hungered – mindful, of its next grievance. Like, dear Naming – mere means to communicate with others, draws much contentment – that, one individual musters, with many other things – good or bad; beautiful or ugly: all for, being – merely some thing.
As like, of a child – in, the beginnings of a disliking toward the negativeness of having to be answerable to – must, we also? Indeed, don’t be afraid to rant and rave, dear writer! When, does speech – suffice? When the concept of wisdom, in the hands of society – is yet for the people, though in having means to display wise characteristics – the people, answer. But, that he should? For, Hearts commute – and, stray by change – is that, the notion of love – still somehow, anew and touching? As though, “Love – needing, A Window; like, A Writer – needs, A Lamp? What time are we keeping! For – Love: A Wind; Writer – and, his Lantern – burning…
…In confliction, we conflict ourselves to others; like, scattered worms thrown to pigeons.
But, like Illuminant Butterflies – undone, in Flora – like, A Grin catching Tourists – yes, we must indeed, respect disciplines! And, honour what we know best!

How ‘bout, “(to) Evening; as do Poets: “Wine – and, Woman?”; “Bloody War”: “…And – Dead – in, Great Mass; like, The Victim? Lambs – in, Dead of Black-water?” I think, of – The Poets; I should, be reading with them – in, Anguish: To, those Poets,
“…Taste – of, A Tear: Forming, on The Breast of A Lover?”
(In, The Embracing Way of A Lover) The jovial-made Limb (A Shameless Actress and her Cheeks – now, Blissful Devils? Being – noticing: One Fine City-lake – with, The Swans; or, Launderette’s Dressed’ Lilted Perfumes; or, The Sunflowers of The Playful Gardens (of Being’s Essence) : Being – Gathered Language: in, Ordinary Places; like, some kind of Addiction. Where, what is taught – is what is mute, of being branded – a negativeness. Yet, we must acknowledge the disciplines of respect, and of honour. What is too, our own, to hold. Hear of it, and let it be. With your being, not persecute what is alien to you. Nor, not detest what is foreign. Merely, enjoy what the human mind reasons with. Dictate, your own being! Yes, share – amongst! Yet, discover – touch, and heart when one merely feels and listens. Yet one, who does not understand – is, certainly one who is still answerable, to. Say something, but no need to panic – the cat, is out of the bag.
‘Please, leave him – in, his Will; leave him – to, ponder…in, his… ’ – like, as a woman’s fleeing from her persperation, that is sticking to her sundress – ever more, enduring. Or, shall we call it, Shelter? We do mind, seeming – worthy? Worthy? Now, new! Now, Forgetful. Gone. How – to, act? Like, meeting her, at her Graceful Poise? Or, embracing her in a manner – of, a long-awaited Reunion? Please – write me, Tomorrow – in: A Poem…? How – to, write it? Let – it, write, you in it! Let – it, write, you in it?
[Post of Observation]: “…And – Dearness: ROSE-RED,
OPEN CURTAIN.
Postscript: “:Have – Her: A Compassion? Have – Her: A Sound? A Passenger – through, all – The War, by.”
Post postscript: “O Body,
Hers, is curved – in, our Company! To, find Vocation? The Women – whom, need your charity, too – in, Kisses? ”
Need to put down none
Post postscript: O must – I reply how, I Murdered..like, Pendulums of Duty – on, A Bright Colourful Open Umbrella? Or, is it: An Igloo? Or, A Gorgeous Feathered Wing?

II.
[Aspire – Love; in – what, Company?] …Mistake – me not: my, Gaze – in (beneath), your Portrait; of, whom – I have, Breathed – with; Breath – of, The Bliss of One’s Heart!
“ ‘…Where’s anybody?’ Henry, seeking a rapid escape – worthy. The Public’s glamour: humoring, him. As though, A Ladder to The Heavens – has, him perched on its imagery. Noble Vocation – to, this man – may seem, “otherwise…!”: “[Grace] Lucid: Flora; Sun and Mount; Fountain; Temperament: A Flourish – of, “Offering…” – to, The Blessed? Or, to Lambs – in, dead black-water?: O Fatherland! ”

III.
THEREFORE – “whence” – DRAWN drawn – much,
The better use ; much,
The worse, or much – the better fit?
(And, yet – have’th, Care) for – or, abandoned SEASONS – of, LOVE or of LUST :
INQUIRY’S least opportune moments – COVERINGS : Crying – ‘where’s…?; ‘where’s anybody…? : as, if – A TIRING ABODE – ARBOUR (A, r, b, o, U, r ?) ;
(Countered LOVE & WAR) like,
SUN-DRESSES’ STARING – evermore,
GLAMOROUS : uniformed clasping, clung – to,
Song’s statute positioned child – so, pure ;
Exhibit of SUN-DRESSES’ STARING : The Blessed Fallen Shoulder. – MORNING SUN

IV.
HOW – ought…
He – bunking – drawn;
Like – SCATTERED WORDS for POETS – with,
SERVICE : now,
Must be – fussed over : crying – ‘Where’s…?’ ;
‘Where’s anybody…?’ ; like, “[Held] SCRIBES & DICTIONARIES & CYNICAL NOTES & LETTERS (Addressed, ‘WHOMEVER’)” : a simple lament – drawn tight. (Uniformed clasping, clung – to, Song’s statute positioned child – so, pure ; exhibit of SUN-DRESSES’ STARING.)

V.
–‘Why…?
–‘[Exhibit] Mere – handed, Turning ; like,
The Moonlight – by, Self.

–‘Act out: “The Princess” ; for – The Fold!
–‘How – to, act? let – it, write, you in it!
–‘Let – it, write, you in it?
–‘I see – how, to make “Worth”, then?
–‘Have, you – the, Manhood? And,
Your plea – how, to have it?
–‘[Post of Observation] She – blushing, pink ; Woman : glaring – Flesh : flush, in Song.

VI.
Now, clinging – dispersing away, from her careless configuration – upward ; wrapping – her thin arms around his hips. He – A Gentle Mountain ; she, A Wild-flower.

VII.
Therefore – drawn (much, the better use ;
Much, the worse or much the better fit ?):
O Exertion’s drowsiness – whence ;
Or, yet – have’th, care ?

VIII.
For, or Abandoned : drops – of, love –
Or, of lust : unaware guest – of,
Inquiry’s mouth-filling play ?
If, only for a moment – Humane Coverings.

IX.
How – ought ?
The Players, bunk – therefore, drawn (much,
The better use ; much,
The worse or much the better fit ?)

X.
CLEAR LAMENT – READINESS OF TONGUES : though,
Drops, of truth… A Drab’s drab stet – Quip Vaudeville :
Countered, Love and War – like,
Sundresses’ Staring – evermore,
Enduring ?

XI.
So – taut Melée cared for ; and,
Or – abandoned – like, the freckles – of,
Love – or, of Lust ? All the same: ‘Ah !’ ;
‘Whew !’ – falling, swiftly on a crude picnic rug ;
Yet – but, all – and, indeed – ever been – and, so:
Mere, tooth pickings.

XII.
And, I shall long for you today?
Aspire – love, in what company?
Like, counted – sailing vessel’s miles,
Unto land? Or, like – Tides’ passing shadow – unto,
The day. Gathering – Language – so? Language – so.

XIII.
[Under Talking] Beauty – and,
Garden ; and – Dear White Heron ;
Splendour…

XIV.
Oh,
You – play, like Apart : yet, from –
A Sound ; A Tone ;
A Father.

XV.
Of – its’ Sea – Blue Of Summer Sky ; and,
O Blessed O Mourn : Wild-flower Meadow – amongst,
Shadow And Light : War – Thin,
Is, the sum.

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I Will Have Her In Fashion.

I Will Have Her In Fashion. -Written by Taylor John.

My, fashion handbag will be dropped off – today!
I will, rip off it’s handles!
I’ll – bend, the glamoured note!

I’ll – shape, her stark gob!
I’ll, wait..

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The Proper Liberal.

The Proper Liberal. -Written by Taylor John.

The Russian – she’d,
Sit: fronting – her,
Bare chest and mirrored face; if –
Dance – were, too:
A glamorous argument?

(The Russian) She’d,
Bare her milky pip: squeezing – her,
Breasts’ milk – to,
My bed..

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work shorts

1. I’ve Never Known Anyone

she walked onto the weigh-bridge carrying four black rubbish bags
and I said it’s cheaper if I weigh you, stay there
but you have to make the sound of a car.
and she did, and the noise she made was like a bath toy,
and I thought: what would I have made? and I did
my noise, after she had paid and gone away
and it sounded like a mis-idling truck,
and the psychological correspondence will not be lost
on some. she was a good sport, to make her car sound
on the wide floating steel plate, two plastic garbage bags
in each of her hands, and I loved her
that moment, English Jane, child of engines,
monarchy, and rain; loved all of us born into naked children
in the waters of a world un-peeling before us, the unknown
design of Space, believing just enough
to keep from sinking. I’ve never known anyone, less
convinced that what they think is all
there
is.

2. Avoiding Outlines

during the morning bin run
where I drive the urban sanitation
contract for the council, I found, in one
larger bag, a dozen empty tobacco packets
with enough for ten thin smokes.
when I arrived back at the depot
I emptied the crumbs into a single pouch
for some of the guys at work
who are always scrounging and re-rolling butts
during the last days of the pay period.
I hadn’t handled any tobacco for 8 & 1/2 years,
and I didn’t want to put it in my pocket, or even hold it
in any way in which it could look like mine
so I carried it to the smoko room by the corner,
by a thumb unconcerned and a finger disassociated
because I didn’t want to give Time any ideas,
didn’t want to put into his hand the crayons
of my living hours, presumed it, like holding a bag
of dog turds, something you had to carry but didn’t
express any indication it was going to reappear
as a regular set of actions through the telltale
templates of biological geometry.

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I Am No Manual.

I Am No Manual. -Taylor John.

I will clear in the afternoon!

Get paid in ten minutes.

I will bear no old moon?

Get laid in her senate!

I Am No Manual.

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Left Out With The Vari~irous Animals.

Left Out With The Vari~irous Animals.-Written by Taylor John.

I’m – a,
Good friend – of,
James!

Left – out: with –
The Vari~irous Animals;
(One – of,
The ferrets – was,
Lost..!)

{The ferrets’ name ~ she, names: Doby.}[Influenced by the court-case – now, on Judge Rinder..]

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