of kindness, when needed
it gets hard to cope, but we go on
holding that space between
the ultimate fall and that which
gives, stones thrown
end in rivers and sink
so that mercy lives.

Too often, I wonder if it's you
Being witness to changing signs, doesn't mean it's implicit.

I yearn to have you in my arms and nurture you
But never will I hold the dragons of your words against you.

You're sometimes so absolute in belief
How about, keep a little gray on the pedestal?

Ti amo..........

every time the thing switches, I hold back my intensity
to appease the discomfort you cut yourself on
yesterday's child has gone missing; how we run together
duration's heavy and frustrations never ease up
reaching out to the hands I yearn for
here now and then into disharmony it falls

the turns and bends on the highway
catch on and burn the tyres, but wheel on
a stop at a lonely cafe and the deed is done.

Quiet, a cat scratches
pours out thoughts, silent
in the rain.

A walk to work
to fracture walls
insurmountable.

Muscles in dregs of
fatigued smiles, eating
ice-creams that don't melt.

You could pass by here
unknown
and none but me would be
wise.

Wouldn't that be something.

art doesn't live, cannot thrive without connect

you see me ill yet you're off, run somewhere far

what's really the intent?

I can't be stuck alone here and you on foreign soil

where you are adrift, when I need you

here's a cake for you, a small envelope, happy day to your heart.

taking time to lick off the walls
the remnants of my scattered mind
so we can let the hole for an hour
(with plastic green)
and safely lower
this last (s)mile
into your dark.

oh, see the child blink
how you ran the fat
rendered and left
the yard
confused.

I dreamt it.

World falls to pieces, some shot and others blasted
One stands alone, away from it all: this hot day
Jaundice nails disappear—
A few gems are pressed
Upright.

Skin rasps inaudible; tables unturned, and stones too
Barbed words blunted, a lonely figure in the light
Of ascertained darkness—
Sweet **** won't listen
Overt.

Silent consumption on the remnants another finds use
Night brings to life secrets behind the eyelids—tiptoe
Calm into your cosm, of bated breath.

Pretty garden, tiled porch, a well kept home
You've gone away again, this time alone
To see long lost friends and ageing family
Your birthday saw your hearth empty this year.

It's your judgment made us drive past you
It's your itch of befriending younger strangers
leads us to this pitch black spot
But behind the pretty garden eyes, nothing but
grey, graffitied walls and a high call.

it came into my hands and I waited
then I lost it in the sand
now I comb the coast each day
but it eludes me, mocks my meticulousness and pierces my soles
and my smile box gets emptier every day

a treasure chest without a key is like a ship without a wheel

Your 45 rpm singles on the sideboard
one kiss on the couch, all thought is fried
a single or return trip, first hesitation
I ponder who of us will choose a landslide.

Eleven bells split in half and desire is hauled away
I want to plant kisses inside that mouth
close that delicious plug with me
I die to feel that illicit wetness.

On the side of late reactions, pages are torn
you make little sense, so where are you then?
just say where and I'll ride the day through sun
light my cigar, ah but make it in time.

So many shadows have been playing across your soul
(especially, of late) and you deserve a few smiles
Much more than what propped itself down.

So, yes, I wish you fine blessings on the return of this big one
Blowing out gentle, nature's candles on the edge of a brook
Always lighting up for ya!

And whether new designs now decorate the pages of your days
That wonderful smoke will come, in rings between us
As the night rushes by in the wake of fine shapes to come.

Ask not how I know it, but I feel it strongly
May yours be of blessings filled, let it wash over you.

Mine are the shapes in your head, never too lofty
Carting a full truck, load up the great old ones.

Till we can again, I grow exhausted.
My word, grief ran off today when they went away.

The silence, the silence. The tries not dwarfed.
Quaff down in science's name, I got a double. Yay.

Nailbed, hot stone.
A simmering anger, old.
Heavy.

Some battling debate of
loss thrown away.
A small, gray key.
Join them on a ring and
give back, give back, give back.

See now, new currents drag my pennies.
Down.
I'm an octopus penning idiocy.
The counter, brown.
Such a small counter.

But this small key, so heavy to give away.
Is it loss or thrown away?
If so, who did it?

Mind never grasped the sorrow,
the secrets, hid in serpent of glimmered italics
and windfalls left fractured for years
rediscovered in haste of other dilemmas.

Ok, it'll be three dollars (and a bit).
That's all it took a heart to turn.
Ashen walks and stale apple pie,
unstately promise.

It needn't rhymy.
I have no more timey.
Another chunk of sanity slides
(and that bit).

Wish you'd mean what you say
You'd often leave me lost

            inside.


Putrid are the remains of coerced thought
Some of our intentions are lost in diglossic exchange.

Dog tired
feet to hades
others run to succour
I'm stepping off
this
mad roundabout
the finale can be in someone
else's hands

for a change.

I realize slowly
you're shifting the needle in my compass

magnetic moves in cloud
looking clear now, I see the distance

sudden and incomprehensible
as if I've had a hand

my heart clamps in protest
and these feet say otherwise.

All innocence melts to discoveries of desire in glowing smiles
my, how the wall stretches
Into the hours, a pouring of replay on replay
Intake of emotion, overdose of heart unscarred
never a dull moment, the pictures come down in miles of shy
and who knew secrets could tumble easy from bosoms?

Kidding round and passing time, the cat's gone
under the radar, they think they fly
you try over and over, heat rises
upending bits of seaweed and whispers inside shells.

inside your head, I live with broken words competing as company
we try every time and almost, it works
perhaps we try too hard?

I gave you things I thought you'd like
now, I feel a total fool with missed cell chance
and silence roaring in my midnight ears.

this skill you hold so high, I am fearful
on tenterhooks, step hunched on eggshell
I'd hate to lose you.

yes, been hectic
ups and downs and busyness
exhausted
yet long for the day we can stand toe to toe

oh god how i dream of that day..............

met up with lady on tour yesterday
spent the whole day in her company
refreshing and easy and now i getcrazy this morning
i was too relaxed
too easy
wtffffffffffff

madness.....

blocks are built high, towering all else
then they tumble down each time
build up, build up and see where it goes
can't go so high up, into the sky

sun will scorch every time
and winds will rip
leaving a host of mixed emotions in its wake

let's hold hands instead
and feel the glow of Spanish eyes
climb into your heart

intruding feline, placed too close makes that
nidified fall
too close
to tears.

through the use of some actions, you've made use of some of my organs
I don't complain
my third finger is claimed long ago by a band of gold
no complaint
your words etched in the wrinkles of my time
easy peasy
now with my legs encased in ice
can't walk

let me be, let me walk, let me breathe, let me be

endless toil, on angered guard
mindless energy, take it out on another
internal struggle, hard to share
destructive, will this ever stop.....

it's a heavy one this isn't how it's meant to go eyes burning dry lump in throat won't go away this kind of loss is not meant to be it's not meant to be a mother suffering this kind of loss is no less for the father this is not meant to be no not meant be not meant to be not meant to be not me

why is the thought of it so terrifying?
sounds echo in and out every day
and we get a little used to it
I'm not a graphology expert, so send it to me
in any order you like
nor am I into picture perfect

didn't you know those lines meant something to me?
that interference smarting the nerves
that hidden turbulence in your smile

we are not so unlike each other
let go of the mask, let me see you
inhale and let go of the fear and horror
ask inside your quiet self, what sustains you
in that space
when the heavens crumble and leave behind
no trace or sign of mercy?

it's not the absence I fear, I do feel you
it's entirely something else.

bland apple juice and spaghetti mince makes missed Friday dinner
on Saturday
and the little friend lost gains some anger
strange for a non entity

a heated one solo in the middle of night
and a solid one up there
did you like it?
it's not my usual, but it was ok

don't act sad when that beat goes off kilter
arms don't reach out but other arms do.

you cannot hear me falling
no-one can, in fact
I’ve learnt how to subdue (ages ago) when the world was still birthing and thinking up its silly existence

Old habit, long practise

saddenly, you caught your glad bliss in neglect
and why are you tiptoeing in your dreams?

A moth's carrying your face on mosaic metal wings, half of mine inside
drummer boy, she's in a long, black dress
drummer boy, don't drink the brack water
I didn't look up this time, so I guess I never saw it

The hot air balloon transporting a house with a bird in a cage inside
Tall plant growing through the sky, into space
The sun as its face of flower, petals falling and an insect mouth
There's horns on every building where people store their god and the stars discontent with simmering fires, coming closer to the forests
and goddess flies over towers and ugly stock remains undoused.

You cannot swim through the sea of letters in my head
I sent you only two, anyway and I don't know what now
Hearts grow skew and the plant twists, one root to your door
Right into the foyer where your wheels stand, now capped with cold
This river in me is colored by the cracks in your last sentence.

And as you're well aware, some deer skitter toward water's edge
to counter a thirst of madness, peaking to a frightening fall
I'd do well to break this branch, bugs in the mouth again and
some peepholes don't ever speak but see.

A sure awkward walk on a hotbed of uncertainty, with you
One moment, an arctic drop in temperature and hellish hot the next
We both were always aware of the often extreme nature of this love.

There's trouble in the wooden floor, shining obstruse constructs
Columns fill to brim with inventive apology, a feigning look
Lover, I think of you so much, but my song falls silent.

The sky used to flood open, a giving, now uptight
But don't you think you could chill a bit
and realize that you overclassify love?

september flies all saltyness
brand new digital photos in your **** getup
you didn't know I knew you'd come round, right

by this wheel
on that track
on your wing
you bring me into you without red penny promises
and I know you mean it, each time

when the surf takes hold, edge along the side
into the bluff and sea spray, hold my hand
I close my eyes and feel your fingers marry mine
over the cliff, those longheld things soon fly free

Finished the crisps, now you leave me the packet
Did you enjoy?

Those songs keep playing in my head
overtaking my sleep, a crisscross dream.

Then 360 turns again and they got the festival
Wonder how to get out, if assuming so easy.

lovely, hot sweetness swirling in the morningtime
that you'd use that as penalty, is hard to fathom

one mug goes missing later on
and then supper goes to dregs

bag is now tagged and tried
hung up, dried and lynched

perk is missing in action
I see your cup steams on

you're the nock on the bow, determining the distance
and the depth
phenomenal thing that you are
I can't wait

oh I can't wait!

Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.

I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.

They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.

May I?
I know you want me to.



Like an insect, jelly in knees
wrists imprisonned in my hands
up against that wall.

Shhh, don't cry out too loud
there's folk nearby
butterfly pinned and we keep it still.

I admire how you let your feet dangle in the air.
On front of the entire world, a burning mess.
You show us, teach us.
Inspiration.

Saplings trick the sky when they outgrow the elder.
Slow and sly, then sudden spurt.

I really feel like making love, but I can't.
Not quite now.
I will sing, when I'm through hiding.

Then, some sparks can touch me too.
I'll fall to your lavender smile
and feel as planted as show yourself to be.

for N.

Have you done it yet? not yet
step inside---keep the pressure on.

Press, press, press---cannot breathe with all this
must let one of it go.

Happy now, real glad---are you ready to jump a circus?
must wait my turn.

You're ridiculously unfree---I'm losing my chance
Have you done yet? Not yet.

Drop it like a hot stack of old rainbows
expired ones, from that other time.
My ears are ringing, from you
I dare scream out your name.

And you know it's me in there
when you do it with another
The bells chime, I come forth
the light bursts, hurts a bit, I don't mind.

As on an island, my desires stand
all alone, surrounded by salt
an ocean, a stubborn stain on a blue ball
stranded by angels who forgot about a child
who grew up
quiet
a mouse on a different plane.

Are you the salt?
and should I be rent with need for drink, how then?
perhaps sweet can soon come and clear the slate
so many images collide and they interfere with my day
no less, my mind.

Songs are sung by hearts alone
and many sentences lie low
in the sand
below
as the gentle wind lifts
and the spray reveals all.

Laughter breaks like waves over the rocks
so wonderful to have them here again
It's really been so long, yes
and feels like a delightful festival
in the former dream of seven parcels.

Bring me your marks and let the red slide down
it's time to unwind, I don't how when
we will be free again
to crack a joke and share a tale or two
At worst, we still miss the lost ones. We bless them.

Jester, come
end the game which never started
and the cat curls, entirely oblivious to the sword
now is the time to make all right.

Hey, what was the word?
The weekend bled a million horrors
till next month. Why shift my feet more?
Oh shaman of great power
how is your **** feeling?

Can't make it tonight, baby
just woke now
and I'll keep you a beautiful book
not quite bound, but tight enough
to keep your pages sane.

I might nag on you and cry like a dog
but you have drive, you put me to shame
those with their stupid papers flying about
bragging about knowledge and garbage
you have less and yet, twice a week
you produce, you put us all to shame.

Ever had a blow planted unfairly?
You come in here with your svelte figure, taunting sleep from my eyes
I'm already so tired and everyone demands their ****
And you topped it off with retorts of wounded pride.

Now I'm granting you more of my time than I'm able to spare
Yet with gladness, I tip you patience into your cup
(because I like you, sweet Shining One)
Friendship from me means your life is safe in my hands.

I have no inclination for frivolity and even less for inanity
You found me catching respite and I broke it to serve you
When things don't fall in place, don't swing gazelle eyes like that
And postpone matters to fit in where they don't, talk now.

Ice-cream scoops are sweet, cold and messy, and sometimes they melt
I can see you're feeling hurt, but shove that ego into your back pocket!

Inside, tempests brew for all the quiet I show
Perhaps my discontent has grown wings
living an existence of stress mounds
where time firmly holds all *****.

I dreamed of gulls giving birth while flying
and catching lumps of coal in their claws
the babies fall halfway to the world
and start flying over hills.

That's got my vote for hope in a world
where kindness is a word
and love just a verbose trinket.

They took away my forest
in a bubble.
From high on the top of a tower
I was locked up.

I was lying on a metal bed
and lice bit my head, then my bed
sat on a green lawn. I closed my eyes
and saw the gun. I decided to shoot up
the town and the teacher, all them who kept
guard, kept our minds fed to tubes
freezing out free will.

They locked me away. I saw my heart.
My red heart floating like a balloon.
Just like the forest they stole, the one built
of my freedom. My bed sank right through
the green lawn, and me with it.
Only to pop up to the morning sun.

That's when it hit me.
Sleep is a machine.

So many bubbles
all with their own suns going up
up and away.

It's by that sliver of light
which shivers and changes
that I know
you're there
in the room.

And I thought I recognized your face
in the sea of poems
but perhaps
I was wrong
'cos sometimes you liked it
dry.

Didn't you?

I'll keep looking for that sliver
in the door's side
knowing strangely
you will return.

I sneeze
again
in the wake of the dust
you've unsettled.

You used it.
Big vision.

A baby grand in duet with lapping waves, me.

When they released her, she looked back.
Fuel for the beasts, and getting late for picking bluebells.

The white space filled up.
Noise for cramming, more.

Yuk, some wrote and others spill without thinking.

A good edit needs many small steps.
Dovetail's detail. Clockwork ambience.

Flew off. Left the heat on. And it's still burning.
New day on gusts awful, blow blow blow your horn.