Along These Lines
A spiral on an A4 Page

every so carefully
i let my words carry themselves
around the edge of my page
even as i write this
with all of its inherent
twisting and turning
i'm not sure of either
path or destination
i creep down the right hand margin
trying to keep my hand neat
(as if right! snort!)
good luck with that
my page has nearly gone and rotated
a whole two seventy degrees
and i have imparted nothing
on the reader
but a spiralling piece of paper
and in my mind i'm dread
i will have to create this simple musing
coax it into the real
it shall become
oh all that that was imagined
one part of my mind
is counting lines
(like an Essendon coach/coke pimp)
and the other is stuck in
the first space down
the last space up
this page these words
this dizzy format
all these circles and lines
like a fool in a lying to ya flip
like a tool at a dying new you trip
like the rule of finishing what yuv done
seeing it thru to the end
but there are many
(there is only one)
i sense many
there are none
i don’t even know what that means
now i'm just lolly gagging now
i could draw a parrots beak meow
i could draw a hastened conclusion
the endless spin in the narrowing
future and it to spins like a maze
ink colour is a given
it simply has to be black
then all these words
that make up this ring
this ring the gift
of both the word and art
the words i see in my mind
are transferred on and into a page
an a4 page
from a pack
from the shop
where i brought it
i stood in line for about a minute
thinking nothing of it
thinking
nothing of the trap that i construct
wittingly and of avid careful attention
a moment more of your time if i may please
from the outer edges of this trembling page
to who knows fuckin where
i invite you to share with me
this rupture of this inner space
this place this time
this ooooooooh what a feeling
these clothes that i'm peeling
this sense this this all
everything at once or nothing
everything at once or nothing
everysinglethingatonce
or nothing
yes i have veered and steered
to the side of the road
and i'm not
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler



Comments (1)
I really enjoyed this; a wonderful, creative, chaotic mix of thoughts - I love peering into your mind! :)