i will weigh
each plasticky
edge
          of
               love
'gainst each soft hand
  & feel their flow
riding finger grooves

find an ego-shaped
              box
(round with       atomic
         what/whereness)
& keep there

wanting More with
      /Her

wanting Such with
      others

so It spills
                       like
honeymilk& sweetness
eyes  (,dilating,)   me

diluting form & fuzzing
hard&fast careening
joy.            in motion
                  &iam sick

is it newness of This?
is it secret       fizzing
Desire, You, Me for Me

some free limb
loose lip
              prayer

      the figure8

(or headspin
i.suppose)

kicks up
           recycled
se(nt)(d)iments

& its such
     such a thing

to write & write

& pray you
               extract
  the heartgame

the endfelt true

everythings.
everything4you

yesterday My pin fell off,
        'radio heart'
it said,so yellow&bubbly.

I said it was a sign, I said
  My universe
is spinning me out&out into

a waltz & I cannot keep up.
     the music,
it's all a little too loud

& You move a little too fast,
             My dear.
You move a little too swift

& collapse into a twirling
     eidolon, falling
right through My fingers.

years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.

springtime stay forever            please
breathe & sicken me        more&more

take no ideas from the groundwet
                                                     mulch
she is lively             &fresh
omniscient in the way she sweeps

in her swiftness            
                      blossom crawls & sticks
to                  (,unscrapable,you)me

& you,i  would thank  like the blessed
hummingbirds

(oh , if we could fold like hummingbirds)
                        
        who click&clack their sappy jaws
in code of sharp&biting song

,as first so pink&flowery as they are
new                                  in comeliness,

& reject the typical seasons
                      to crushing pearls for fun

o holy glow,
                  your pitch
eared knell.
                  the blue ish
halo hooped through lobe.

what do you call these "larger
deaths?" weighted deaths
                    /important deaths?

you ring these
deaths 'hind
eyes & throat

to samaritans &
moonwanderers?

no. so quiet as such like
a second post-homily

& therein lies the body, see;
   the rotting hipocrisy
          of expiration

                    ...

therein lies the flowery
bigot, or death as no
       inferno for
               consequence.

unrhyming in the jilty way                      i am
never stepping how You weave flowersome

(chalky Moon she can not finger into
/liquid Sun her molten gold    will,dryup)
the ground,
   each flowersome heel You soft-soap
into charming new Somethings,
                                              lifely green

no setting - kinda jellylike - the eve
will forges on in her shimmery way
(& birdsong is similarly shimmery)
lasting forever like lifetime of bees
,hopefully,
                  or preserved in petalwrap
(& it is You   giving the time its tick)

You are in rhyming with the Universe
so hum in the       softly folds of music.

you can barely hear
the train from here.
instead, synthesisers whir
some droid song
to fill the silence
creeping in between us.

the moon bobbed like a lure
rain and other drugs ran off
his coat the whaleskin creak   (s)

like a fishing rod missing the
hook it casted on some z-axis
it gifted a girl the fate of laika

took a vacuum to the beach
we call andromeda the dust
leaked oh aries has a mother

do not kiss his waning cheek
,like starlight tempts        a
reckless fishhook          ,no.

kiss Me,     & lie entangled
in      diffusing light of
galaxy. it warms your neck,

(& My hand), drawing vincent's
starry night   til you are asleep
in the cradle of love's creation.

vashti bunyan, i am rocked/
/fluting free to Her melody

You put the kiss in kismetly,
it is My reassurance of fate/
/destiny/She's/loves always
for                                      Me,

arthur russell, falling in sea
soundscape//spacelike in 4D

I ask You,please,fall into Me
& pluck at my heart like a cello
Please,in C,fall into Love & Me

inside wetwarm purity
is a slow release,a growing
curve undecadent,,

   excellent

                          , in Its
                         thieving
                         guttural
                        pleasure,

selfishly stalking Her spinal
arch  
      
         (itself,reduced
          to waveform)

~~~ ~ ~~  ~ ~   ~   ~ ~~ ~ ~~~~~

Her
undecadence spills    &
washes

supple.rolling.landscapes

til we are unclean with Her
'ness
        
               sweet
               nectar,
               Her'ness

the firstly buttered lick of
  'who do i share this with?'
i am here,boasting my yard,
& the sun is warming her
   with tenderness.

She could set my soul free.
with Her finger, tilt
back my head til i loosen
         in a solar jacuzzi.
She could warm me too.

as the drumline spiels his deal,
his baseless accusations ring
the bell behind your eyes! sing!
mimic his air! your cacophonous snare
shouts like an astronaut on a space-walk

promise! never let the cold take hold
of your reptile brain; you're half unsaid!
why must you let the louder half spread
his legs in ecstasy? you deal in chastity!
who are you? some sci-fi *****?

you can't be saved from your retroflex grave,
so dare to live where no rhyme scheme toes
the line of cosmically acceptable prose
see? nothing matters!  - this jawless chatter
asks "who are you? some cerebral *****?"

"an ugly *****!!!" you might retort
but self-awareness does not absolve
the sins of online vanity; dissolve
me, untrue - drown in pixels green and blue
or wake up
                     in the nothingness
                                                     ­  of the space-walk

"i really like you" is not all it is,
more     bellyful&hearty in its way.
so 'love' is a scary thing to call it,
no? i think Love is kindly&honest.
the 'jordiness' of it all; You are like
music i will never hear, or fashion
  i will never wear. You, always
                                         'not quite'.

yet You are hot, notcold, & Love is tall
'the jordiness of it all' is newness
& i believe We are not over yet ...
           so silly;call me in love & crazy.
You are beautiful,sweet& notyetmine,
You are,everything,but mine. as You are
in Love with him, I am in Love with You.

(a hatless boy/a cowless gunslinger)
maroon about the ****** pond.
                           selfsuck-
kingly,
spurless boot drags nameless nothings
like a bridal train
                              (so promised You are)...
the dust lies though. perchance
                          the rockylike
grit in my throat has found the
                          perfect home

hanging out my mind doesn't begin
to describe it! but despite my alcohol
induced hubris the sun has made its
february debut and the birdsong is
married to laughter - who put
the pathetic next to fallacy?
balloon-headed we spoke over
coffee & a pint, putting family to
rights and friends in a bubble. the
world doesn't often show itself, and i
mean truly show itself - pixie-ringed
and kitten-eyed - but today you
teased it out with little more than
the breath between your words.
look at that, i feel better already.

some guy. some man to find
his, as the old veteran put it
, "special lady" or something.
we're made of the same old
stuff, you & i. the very cotton
that binds us to our shoes and
our shoes to pavement and
the pavement to the sky. in
-verse the slant on what it
means to know how someone
looks after waking up in the
morning. how you feel when
you realise you've been sleep
-ing on a bed of fries and
burger lettuce. when you
accidentally box their nose
blue. you, some cosmic com
panion you turned out to be.

a sliver of the moon
.rub starry lather
  'cross      hotwax
formations,rivets
in exploratory
          'fections.
textured lovin' is
a spacewalk,baby

where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

all the little somethings
       (I want all the
  little somethings)
,but nothing & nothing
   is what I,ve found.

is relief grown
in riverbeds,where   is
  content & her litter
of reminders that,'every
thing    will be   okay?

one of My
       little somethings
,to Me,       shows I am
okay, on board&sailing
           for utopia.

utter unblueness, cursing
my outward future
                                  i am
falling.        roundacircle

(into & into & into myself)

slowing,gravitate wards
  dizzing perplexity
& enjoy it,oh so deeply,

i am god's hopeless agent

closed your eyes & I imagined
how You felt;  the itch of the sun,
the thirsty breeze & My sating gaze

You looked so beautiful  ,  then  ,
quenched by    love & wanting,
flowered&budding a new meaning
of what it is to just Be,so perfectly

the open more of
    waiting,     almost
eye-watering yawn

& his hotwet breath.
oh   His hot breath
brothe new day,

suckling     oily     fingers
turning page page after page
just to read ahead

there is pleasure...in the
wait   * ******* stretch of
interlacing muscly almosts

nothings nows ending
tensing tingling when

second chance at        ?
                                    what
this                 ­               ?
this       unloving of Kizmitism

?no,   I think I would rather
                                     .    sip up
  the Pain   ,directly from
         the Pool itsself

You have lost Me in the Water

& that is       living like a Wave
                                   returning
into & into & into Itsself
                         ...       returning
into You & You & You

throw the slowing force
       ,spin&dive,loose
in a falling way.       You
must let Me go. centre
Me into cosmos & I will
drift on to another love.

please,please let me go

i want the     this&that of

(see) You are
                    in essence
the Being Of. You are It.

It is oh such a thing
                        to body dip
         in,un   writeable beauty.
to swallow You whole as
              more than idea

You are oh,such a thing to
        get into
                      & praise as
          divinity,here You are.