FORGOTTEN

for Allan Watts

Dao, Hinduism

Christianity let it

be humanity

BAY 2-1. NORTH

                 Bitumen board

I look out to see 

two blackbirds peck tenderness

On a bed of feathers.

petal painting

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LIFFEY:  AS IT  STANK LIKE HELL

     HELL-CARE

DAY 1.

Peter woke early with a high raging temperature, people are covid paranoia though I was hiding too. The paramedic

called done O.B.s.  Sepsis symptoms but

Never told me so, suggested I go to have a covid test. Put me in an ambulance by nice man, all good in the hood I hadn’t been out

in a year, bed-bound with blackout Curtains

as I'm allergic to sunlight can't go out in the taxi as I feel every bump on the road. 

Finding it so sore cant even lay down

into a new position, have Degenerate spinal disease like tobogganing through cobbled streets. Hibernating for a year from Covid

only seeing three people a day,

the same ones.

Ten minutes under a lovely sky. We are at our

Destination A & E, Wheeled me into hell care.

Like a being from Stephen king, novel air mattress was left door to be pumped so for a day I had to lay on a hard mattress, all day can only sit in the wheelchair for two hours my bedsores were raging burning my skin.

DAY 2

I called the nurse who said she would position me.I told her I was allergic to cavil on spray she said We have no creme just spray so applied spray to skin inflamed skin was on fire but feel disabled people having No voice, no rights. My skin puffed up like an Odema patient, for two days they left me

Took a day to get air mattress blew by this stage my wounds were raging sore touch. They put me on air mattress but the damage done, after two day they shipped me to 1.North, told them allergic to spray

All was well then head nurse used spray, burning my skin so much I asked to have washed off but it had absorbed the skin all I could do grin and bare it.

DAY 3

At long last my voice was being spoke humanity to nice Consultant. There's a cronyism on 1. North most are

Fine but I heard a girl on phone going starve me, on the phone his neck in. whispered down a telephone line They are like a racist redneck group.

DAY 4

Most were cool on 1. north you know who you are?

NEVER AGAIN SO GLAD TO HOME UNDER

               ROSION HOME CARE.

DAY 5

 

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RE-MORSE-CODE 

for Consulant, Yousef and all the staff 1. North

Woke looked up to see a hospital tile

Dot dash dot dash dot dash dot dash. 24 x 24 like 

a modern-day art piece, a myriad of colours.

of yellow swastikas Signs $,£, %, @ Ever since 

I took my stroke colours danced in my eyes. 

The black holes danced like nothing 

I have ever seen. I thought it was an infestation of

 spiders but the nurse told me they were the

 heads of screws.

Let's say nothing of A&E leaving me on 

a hard mattress all day, using cavlon spray 

when I'm allergic to it losing my sleeping mask

 tichat draws tears and grit from my eyes. As i

 write this tears trip me, light stings but I can bed-

bound out and be charged and free Yousef, Im

sorry but this is the bitterest pill I ever had to 

swallow,

Tell Yousef and co. I'm sorry for being a raging

 bull but when my cage gets rattled I only

 know one way when I was angry I have a very

 sharp tongue. Yousef, I'm sorry but this is the

 the bitterest pill I ever had to swallow. 

You stopped the tablet that lowers my rate keeps

 me calm.

I look out and to see two black-

birds peck tenderness on the branches 

of the green gold tree in a bed 

of feathers.

         

           So much tenderness.

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A FOX THOUGHT:

LORCA’S LAMENT 

 

 He will forever live for-

 ever in his words of blue

 The bell tolls LORCA

 

 

 William Stafford said

 You have got to write the bad

 poems to write the good.

CRYING LOST FOR WORDS

Hitler in the robe's

of christianity

disgusted

 different colour eyes

Heterochromia 

iridum and hetero

chromia iridis

 

 STRANGE FRUIT

( listen and read)

I am a special being

From inner-space.

Brown green/green

Brown eyes on

The run from myself.

Tripped up stroked in

A hell-cell shell-shock.

Blowing my own trumpet

Got nobody else, live in

A default mode like such-

And such or so and so

I’ll leave it up you to you.

A blues note lingering on

And a Billie Holiday song.

Strange fruit from a strange

Fish, a humpback sperm-

Whale who blew his top.

I’m-poet-tent, no more desire

No ego now desireless, being

Part of humanity that gives to-

Get. Earth is having a stroke

Of humanity, volcano’s wild-fires

covid-19-floods-drought disasters.

Maybe this is the time for humans

To be human close down fossil fuel

Plants, everyone drive electric live

In a free world for everyone. Global

Migration learn how to trust one an-

Other. 

Get off your high horse 

of capitalism talk to 

me of humanity.

                                                   

You can't beat the truth

there's something about my eyes

green brown and brown green