youngblood

an experiment
in prosepoetry

 
 
volume Ivolume Ivolume IIvolume IIvolume IIIvolume III
 
 
 
 
 

a         space

 
 

to lay my dust

upon

 
 
 
 

empty studio white walls side to side chestnut hardwood floor large windows glorious light flooding in big space big space tall and clean and utterly utterly open to the flow of what may come i need no more.

 
 

mattress sitting on the floor today here tomorrow there moving across space spaceship travelling wherever i choose to lay blind sheets all tussled up a pillow and a blanket i need no more.

 
 

books rising towers of babylon everywhere across the room turrets of defence against my ignorance ill storm through it all crushing trebuchets and catapults none shall pillage my kingdom built with pen and paper i need no more.

 
 

vast thin sheets of trees hung taped up on a wall here and there scribbled on with instruments of mass instruction each bearing beautiful letters and beautiful words and beautiful sentences a feast for my eyes and soul i need no more.

 
 

cheap cotton rucksack filled with cheap cotton clothes all i have to cover this vessel of mine own some dirty some clean all ancient simple things coloured shadows and tints proclaiming yes i am like all of you are uniquely wearing underwear and mismatched socks i need no more.

 
 

give me this
house of plenty
i will make it my olympus
i need no more.

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friends

2015—2020

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