Sheets of zinc changing under my foot
The dreamless face of the Sun's steady acetylene
Migrant envies - watched the skies burn..

They want their dead back
My wife, my children, my home
Over the pink fires, where the natives walked
Quietly Envied, quietly Human
With sea-green eyes, with every reflection..

I'm nobody, I'm a nation - folding the sea
Telling mourners around the graveside
I loved them all, the drowned, the lonely
The sailors at Sea, dividing the absent...
On this unlucky island
We all know
Our dust is Industrial.


Gypsy

Our homes are the prisons...

Our home is the Workhouse..

Far from the longest pleasures
Rancorous hatred - Industry and Energy
That great dust heap economy - a shuttered mansion
Nations and Governments
Tragedy as a farce - for Blood and Plunder...

Between education and catastrophe
The terrorist and the policemen
These bloodthirsty guttersnipes..

For pleasure and palaces
Evil can always find a home
All us abstract lovers - inorganic to the universe...

Humanity - an ingenious machine for being
An ape or an angel
A sentiment artfully assumed
Guinea pigs - in a laboratory of gods
A chain of injustice and oppression
Outlawed - exiled
To the past age of this Earth..

Gypsy

The bishop,
Fallen now -

Friends, estranged or dead
My grave and bed denied me..

Upon a thousand stages
Themes of art and song
Of poets with lines to weep..
Feelings by gram or ounce

Civilisation,
Put to the gun -
Humanities puberty,
Roared like..
Lion and Woman -
Rag and Bone..
In this lonely place
Decadence became wisdom

Allegorical dreams,
Adorn old songs...
There's a purpose set
The great forefathers
The counter-truth
Broken on this wheel time..

Nothing is -Soul and whole
Nothing is -Beaten into clay
Man's road,
Remains - An ancient cross..

(Gypsy)

The world
A tragedy
Sharp sticks and cherry bombs
The soul of a clown
Provoked emotions
Beautiful sad songs
Arguments or expressions

People that know love
Like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise
To burn - to be on fire
The intimacies of lives
Their wounds
Their walks with God
The sounds and movements of their bodies
Evokes a resonance
We become monuments to them
Liberate ourselves from our suffocating mantras

The heart
A strange beast
Hope
The Crystal **** of desire
The slave of the passions
It’s in the bones, it’s in the bones
It speaks in emotions
Walk with me through this dark valley
The parts of me that are used and broken
Through error
Through trial
Through fantasy and illusion

Recognition of an ancient love
The stirrings of the Spirit
The machinery of feelings
The eternal perspective
Emotional harmony with any old God
Your heart is the beacon
Your heart is the storm
A biography of memory
Just before a kiss
Dissolves into texture  
Incoherence and immersion
The pilots of grief
Creeping dreams that flew from the light

That old longing
Waiting inside me like snakes and toads
Rose in me like a flame
Love is undying,
Of that I feel certain
Our emotions are music  
Our bodies are instruments
The most magical thing
Faith
Empathy
Echoing back
Subtle vibrations from the realm of the senses

Earth...

Should be a World of Love...


Gypsy

The lukewarm insipid air
My childish soul
The slumbering contentment
This carefully preserved optimism
A wild longing
A rage against this toneless,
Flat,
Normal,
Sterile life,
A Cathedral of Myself
The established order on their heads
This fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity...

Gypsy

An ocean of boundaries
The infinite totality of thinking
The umbilical conflict
Pregnant with the seed of purpose
A trivial slave
An obscure shadow!
Moving into the unknown

Those who travel but never really arrive...

Individually,
Inspired,
Imaginative
Their memory is myrrh
Their presence,
Frankincense and flowers.


Gypsy

There is an emptiness inside of her

The intervals between grief
A void that will never be filled
That longing never disappears
Hovers at the her edges  
It takes up space and it ***** out the air
Grief twinkling in the distance
Such a jagged fault line through her history

I am swept up in it....

Gypsy