I have run out of rawl plugs

I have run out of rawl plugs
I wouldn't have known
I'd put hundreds of holes
In the walls of my home.

I've run out of rawl plugs
And there are some shelves
And holes drilled and filled
So you never could tell.

II.

In my infancy
Rawl plugs were infinite
Appearling like slaters
Expected suprises
Under furniture, behind doors
Boxed, scattered and bagged.

I laughed when I first bought rawl plugs
In a brick thick pack
Picked one strip and finished
Unthinking assumptions they'd languish
Infinite in the cupboard or shed.

Finitude, solitude
DIY.

III.

And yes, it's true I have used
A whole box of screws
Or two, 6s and 8s
A plethora of projects
Of temporary fate.

In my infancy
Screws were more infinite
Than rice grains
But I knew where rice came from
And carried it home.

I have  used a whole box of screws
Or two, 6s and 8s.

The mountainside

Or

What my phone wrote in my pocket

The mountainside
Your beacon. Ever burning
I think
The mountainside your beacon
The mountainside
I have woken up

The second course
The mountainside
I tried to cope
Address bar of your feathered heart
But aside from the public domain names
The address is being held.

The colour and size of the machine
The second course
Untarnishably wonderful in all departments,
River queen

The mountainside
The mountainside, your sovereignty acclaimed
Light
The information contained in this email
This is theoretically doable
For the price
In may

How was (love hearts) a bit of fun
The only one
Of the machine and news
The address is correct
And up to Stokey on the bus
I think one
I am the mountainside
Your sovereignty
I am caught.

How it goes
Without the mountainside.