Poetry list
will this be the last
there is no dying year
no newness of the next
the chronophage is a
game of chase your tail
or chase your tale
unpacking a box of
snakes and laddering
our lives with rules
to make us first the
pulse isn’t even panting
up the rungs the slow
ascent of the funicular
rollercoaster these aren’t
machines that measure
unlike the beautiful
ticks and chimes of time’s
pieces who beguile to
make a stationary vortex
of self–regard and racing
destroyer no computation
no memory alone can
turn moment into
music or power and
progress into poetry
only the opportunity
of friendship whose
love is hidden
by veils and vales
dials and dales not
in a topography not
even the journey
for it is the now
never the never now
the always now that
breaks me and makes
us the escapologist from
the waiting room
into the beyondness
of everything and
the bosom of the
beloved
© Neil Thompson 2023