Phenomenological

Phenomenological May 21

May

Rolling in vapid indignation,
Violet trees bloom rapidly
Seething succulent felt petals

Phenomenological May 21

Outside

Outside outside outside outside
Besides, outside is already inside
breaking contrast, juxtaposing
the out from in

Phenomenological May 20

Untitled

He crawled. In the absence of
What was always nothing.

Extract from WIP 'Plato's Cave'

Phenomenological May 20

Untitled

Huddled shadow, hunched
Under rugged oak tree.

Carp swam in darting
Pummels, refracted scales
Shining rainbow
Droplets

Extract from WIP 'Plato's Cave'

Phenomenological May 19

Love

Is love the forever longing
of the forever-lost half?
You must squeeze uneven
puzzle piece, disjointed,
burnishing your own?

Or is love in the yearning?
Distant petals tickling stomach
aches, butterflies rising straying
hearts? The impossible completion,
smoke of inhibition, pre-completion
passion of pre-burnt halves?

So love is in the prohibition?
Candle flame: inevitably whisp?

Or, is love in the taking, stepping,
inward-straying, outward-staying
signal to billowing plumes of white
Hawthorn that they will be back soon in May.

Phenomenological May 19

Being-in-itself

Silver pole juts up; stretching
appendages wide and open:
for folded socks, strewn.
For open hands, scattered.

Fingers dance; metal spoons:
for shrunken stems, boiled roots.
For shallots, butter braised and salted.
For open mouth, eager.

A hollow cylinder spins rapidly:
for crumpled soaking shirts, for black
trousers; restrained and sophisticated.
For open bodies, naked.

Suddenly, darts of song birds;
streaks silhouetted by cold blue
masses over red-purple swallowed heat.

Phenomenological May 18

Being

Synapses are painted in exalted tones,
strewn across broad pathways
on canvas sheets. They are pinned
onto trees, towers, and billboard-city-streets.

We splash colour, in broad strokes,
outlining the already-in and
already-there.

Not. The blank space still
Left

Full stop. But never-stop.

Ceaseless
flourishing.