I drink wine. Think,
This is my blood.
It’s good. Put
down the glass close
shop satisfied I’m
insubstantial.
More god
than man. I was at
the laundromat lost
in the hum of
tumbling colours.
I was
nothing. Drove home
more god than man.
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I think you’re a
fine engineer,
Peter.
I think I shall change it
Perhaps looks better that way, or easier to read out at a glance…… not much of an ‘engineer’ to give such advice….
thanks Peter, please it’s affected you. I’m thinking about changing the line breaks in s2 to:
It’s good.
Put down the glass,
close shop satisfied I’m
insubstantial.
what do you think?
Love the ‘theology’ of this as one of the ‘insubstantial’. I love that:
lost
in the hum of
tumbling colours.
I’ve gone round and round in mind with the ‘tumbling colours’!
thanks for noticing, Dean
hey mark, I can read this and the previous poem ‘her loneliness’ together, following on directly, maybe it’s the language or sentiment?