Worked late again tonight
my here, which might be not the same as you
but not working now
just writing my imagination
into the night
and maybe morning
AND
Not WORKing NOW.

For as my heart grows older
I feel the edge's of it i have lost
But my brain is a young now
as it was, just my knowledge has change
tear's of longing are just staines i dribble down my  T shirt
so if you go chasing Rabbit
buy good washing powder.

Hearing eyes at night  .  .  .
Sentinel owl gliding strikes—
Mouse under dead leaves.

Some nights
there is no colours in light
or none left in my brain
that my heart will let me see
but then when i dream
those colours i sick up
For the morning to see.

the tender pink petals
made for lovely confetti
midst the fallen leaves

as little Breeze came daintily
waltzing, dancing, so sweetly
down my gentle street

blowing the flowers like candles
I heard her softly whisper, wishing...

       **"Springtime...
                       won't you come
                                      and twirl with me?"

Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay.
Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown
Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade,
Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow
Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled,
Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind,
Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle,
Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in
Sporting meadows colour, till the dive,
Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale
Winds finger through the leaves gravely
And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale,
Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings
Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.

I Hear All The Outlawed World

                        I

I hear all the outlawed world in harmony,
The marshling stalks the green and gaunt
Destroyers who heed not sparkling deserts
Charged to the gill, nor candles pitching down
Like doom.  I note the scale of fossils
In cloud covered peaks, record
The seemly count of bodies by square root
And irrational number, I am witness
Bound to bounty to all who blaze in gray
And shallow grooves seeding their ends
In strikes on the ripe and smoldering fields.

                        II

I see all the outlawed world in harmony,
Barking wood bracing by the bud,
Where runs of blue, bury in vain
Down slash of mountain forest, cascading
Into august, rising after the fall,
As do kind-killers blasting from shells
To die as snails creeping under flower,
Who saw the past wasting away
In filed futures, slipping by blades in neck
Of wood, sightless as gallows of trees
Try ****** each time they make their leaves.


                        III

I know all the outlawed world in harmony,
By seamless song of stuttering gulls,
As in conches, waves of providence,
Cell from the center, beating musseled shoals,
Where wailing ghosts and wing-tips point
Printed nails to the silent capes,
And bumble hairs comb round the broken yokes
Stirring streams of babble baited
By flowering psalms, engaging arms to prey
On tales told by the rood and drown
In eyes turning like sands on the sea.