Alex Willie Singerman

the weakly underground

The

Weakly

Underground

A W Singerman

Preface

I meant it somehow

it’s not like the evil

spirit

more like

the wind

you know

it is windy

wine day

this is amazing man

.

this is a Friday night

this is awesome pretending

what ping i really pong or tick

tok tok tick tick tok tok

...

Time passes, he said all over

the place & agian (I mean again

(just now) *again) To do to move

to day with the way time passes

to do to day

- Thank you

.

at the end of a line that continues

continuous

all over

Inside

What I was trying

to say: my voice

is a quiet expression

of what

i can’t say

.

didn’t realise

hadn’t realised

couldn’t realise

I was

I was waiting

I was waiting for this

.

time is a tiny dot. a spot

where everything is held.

of course (& in course)

i didn’t see it

coming

but you felt

something

didn't

you

?

Do

it

to

a

t

=

= =

The some

of our

partings

come & go

= =

=

MATTER

OF

FACT

= = =

themysteryisnotamystery

amysterisnotthemystery

the mystery

is not

a mystery

a mystery

is not

no mystery

is finished

let me

tell you

some things

like pages

end, or are

turned

but what is

the mystery

you tell me

Outside

in this vein

blood continues

raining

sunshine

and so on

.

up on

some mountain

this image

was not captured

.

thought i was

inside the belly of the whale

but i

was on a train, dreaming

i was sitting on this step

writing

i am looking at the garden, thinking

Being a lyric poet in the 23rd century is hard

for every thought & feeling must be reported

to the authorities. But down by the river, after

dark I found this machine, floating. And no-one

will ever know. Living underground, no-one knows.

so this must be time

to keep going, keep

going, not just going

but this must be keeping

stories carry on

from face to face

but real life requires

paper aeroplanes

.

Time folds.

Replaced

in the space

that looks like a line

.

Believing is nothing

i mean

believing in nothing

is nothing

i mean

believing in nothing

is better than nothing.

.

No thing

is more than

nothing

There is no space

I call my place

but this space

is home

in your eyes

Two Spiders

The spider on the left is in his corner

The spider on the right is in his corner

looking over its kingdom

of window and web

of opposite worlds

over its kingdom, almost

exactly the same

completely different

completely & different

almost, exactly the

shame about the error

what error?

never

mind

did you eat the fly

which one?

the one i was saving for lunch

no

you sure?

it was bob

i’m bob

i know

it was you

sorry about that

it’s fine

Next

whatever this is

that i am here

for no

be quiet

The Muddle of the Weak

going underground

and noticing

grandpa’s green jumper

has been left

by myself

back out the way The Past, I

there was

I

saw the future

of my past

in many ways I

was there was I

there some dreams

come true but not the ones

you made up

On the page

I am right

here

On the table

there is

yellow car

Green beer is not tea

on the table

tennis ain’t squash

Part of elsewhere is today

The words I am writing

are within

(the words I am

writing)

The book that is written

in words too far

To see

Being a spy

begins at home

which is why

I questioned

‘home’

and home replied

where are you

where you are

It’s because I’m moving

again

(again)

another cake of life

becomes a slice

once you look at it

the icing

on the sea

will be calmer

from a distance

I could respond

to your possibility

with particulars -

but they would not be

your particulars