Tangle Heart
Last one, I promise (for a while at least). My favourite, and the shortest, from somewhere around '95-98.
Tangle Heart
A pot of love
Cleft downstream
in a motion of clutter
Attention, a breath
Stroke in, Stroke out, stuck
but to what porpoise.
How hard to see
when the world floats merrily
like so much broken flotsam."Socialism isn't something you believe in, it's something you do. That's the ideal of course, those who want to need to work out a practise that works and hopefully communicate a theory of the practise."