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from Everything I Need Is Thrown Out #2

Posted on 30/04/201730/04/2017 by Dean English

2

I haven’t
put them

in Producers’
letterboxes

for recording
studios

in times of lyrical
shortage.

I did stencil
some

on placards
of low tide

sand, leaving
behind the business

card of the lonely
calling

love of Poetry.
Left alone

they aren’t
even printed—

Schrödinger’s
poems

in a
laptop.

3

When I take
my Hobo
walkabout

again
it’ll be
with a coin
-toss
of which didge
& one
or two of those hex
shapes

to open bins—
everything
you’ll need
you’ll get:

munny, food—
unopened
items in their use-by
dates, clothing,
water, shelter,
though, by time
within yourself,
the body emits
intention
from the plough-shed
of the male
earning wages
to the prepaid
itinerary of holidays
and I’ll suppose
it looks like
bravery
to the guilty—as I bath,
bask, in
the pitying looks
judged a creature failed
by the passing Shodwells,
who see a homeless nodevout,
but sister, it’s a new
and living manuscript,
a hatful of cooling coins, a plan
to place an architect
ahead of time, to scout the
brother-minerals to feed
a body singing

into death
the simple, light travel
of sound through a stick
and symbols from a writing
tool
spoken more in jest,
a sign, that I may aim for
align this moment now with.

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3 thoughts on “from Everything I Need Is Thrown Out #2”

  1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:
    01/05/2017 at 9:05 pm

    i get this, and like it – Fab, as Peter says

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  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:
    01/05/2017 at 4:09 pm

    What a fab poem, Dean, love the reference to Schrödinger’s poems on the laptop, are they there, not there? Truly only known until your turn on the power…and the ending is a knock-out… those sounds through the ‘stick’ didgeridoo…
    …..it looks like
    bravery
    to the guilty—as I bath,
    bask, in
    the pitying looks
    judged a creature failed
    by the passing Shodwells,
    who see a homeless nodevout,
    but sister, it’s a new
    and living manuscript,
    a hatful of cooling coins, a plan
    to place an architect
    ahead of time, to scout the
    brother-minerals to feed
    a body singing

    into death
    the simple, light travel
    of sound through a stick
    and symbols from a writing
    tool
    spoken more in jest,
    a sign, that I may aim for
    align this moment now with.

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  3. Lesly Frances Finn Lesly Frances Finn says:
    30/04/2017 at 1:19 pm

    Although a lot of this is over my head I get the gist and it’s good to stretch my remaining brain cells.

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