THE TINKLE REPORT
New Poem – No Wonder Why.
Started a lot of new other stuff but its viewpoint is very tightly wound around a specific susceptibility.
One that proved quite fascinating to me, but also kind of has the quality of Barf right now —
Writing sometimes throws itself up in a manic, disgorges suddenly, especially after an unexpected singularity thats grown unbearable, all round –
But was also heightened to begin with and had escalated, a beautiful misery even, mourning precious lengths went to – and on the verge of extinction –
Cavorts for rapture, to capture, pulse and mystery, its very last feral breadth –
And then The Thing goes rushing all about after anything sullen but exquisite – to help ease the tremors down. And save whatever it can, no regrets.