Future has already
Happened.

Peer far enough
Back telescopic

And see it play

The crack in time
Dark as the tunnel
Ends
And

Light floods out
Arc light ark
Light

And inexpressible joy

Dust swirls
time
As girls hitch skirts
To dance

Sacred seeds of time
Rehearsing dust in
Mote patterns of
Mute destiny and

The future has
Been the main event
Billions of times
Already

Does it matter
How to live
How we die?

The householder
In his bed surrounded
By family, friends

The ****** in the
Gutter all sense of
Self abandoned

The monk bolt
Upright sat
Self-gone mummified

What matter
When matter gone

All flesh decayed
All mind leaked
Away and
Away all spirit
Flown

All dead all beastly

Dead and gone

The little ***
You gave

White with red
Flower-

Kept it so long
The glaze cracked.

Bet you are
Improved too

By a few
Laughing lines

Scoop up water
From puddled rain

Moon peeps over
Left shoulder-

Reflected-

No drink

Moon and water
Filter through fingers

Leaving only grit

Fish walking
Grow feline eyes-
Bear claws

All because the sun is hot

Feeding on ancestors

Standing on stone flags

Rope restraining only

Slung over massive timber frame

Defining the kirk-

Shall not die today

The oak the flag the stone
Betray me

The Rothko room
One door no window
Benches and
Gradations of color

After two hours
Mildly depressed
And marvelling

Lord
Let me be rich
Enough to kiss
One Rothko

Orange

Time held me green
And dying

Tho I sang in my chains
Like the sea.


****** truth
Dying am

And do not want to

In any event
The mind goes
Telescopic

Time has me by the throat

And

Squeezing

For so long
Wanted death

(From the womb
Hated life)

Now death nearby
Fear loathing terror

And prospective
Oblivion

How cruel
And sad

And unyielding

This solid slab
Of time

Events

Anarchy
Violence and blood

Revolution in the air
And angry
(Raging)
Men on the rampage

Look out
Look out
All the years of niceness
Fundamentally

Falling

Apart

You think air is air

You fool

Water is everywhere

So moles are digging
Up the lawn
Creating holes in empty space and earth and dirt

And I with you love am

On a sheepskin rug
In Devon

In a cottage, holed by moles
In Devon,
Mystic land

And I am inside you
And your leg
Your thigh
Is burning
From log fire

Red and blue and white

Moles and woodsmoke
In Devon
In love

And everyone gone
But us two

And Louis Armstrong

What a wonderful world
Over and over the needle
Flows music to our ear-holes

In front of fire
On fire we are
On the rug

Sheepskin tickle
And if I knew
Your thigh was burning
I would have thrown
The young hard body of mine
Onto the fire to save you, love

To save forever this memory
And if I die
No matter

When you, happy
Take me
Inside you.

Life can, perhaps, be
Better

But no imagination
Nor Louis
Nor mole
May persuade me such

And you
And I
Love by

The fireside

You never knew

Just danced

You talk of love

You don't know

What the monks built

All ruined

All ruins

And monks gone
As monks should
Be

Gone.

Enlightened ones
In the middle
Lands

No commerce

Nor fools may prosper

The monks the monks

Still here in the lands

Still there in the landscape of dawn

Pow zoom
Ah weeee
Yeah

Took no vow

But poor for
A whole life

Took no vow
But slept

Alone

Took no vow but
Ate nothing good

Took no viw but
Obeyed.

I renounce all the
Vows
I never took


And vow to live long
And expansive
And happy

Hurt
Ling
Into
Final
Quartile
Life

Refuse to allow time
Last word

Because space is all
Around
And time is wrong

A little help
Please
Poets and we shall
Turn time
Around and upside down

Physics
On our side

And God is free

Because time is wrong

And this
Little
Poet
Refuses
To die

Time is wrong
It moves only
Forward

Time is wrong

Why not up
Down
Round and round

Orbit uni
Multi verse

Mind
Spin up and down
Backward too and
Scribbling message

Time is wrong
So wrong
No law says
Time one way alone

No sign posted
On web
Spider goodbye

Time is wrong

Rock in stream
Somewhat eroded
Beneath

Chipped and battered
Mossy and lichened
Rock in stream

But enduring yet

Words and notes
Have no owners

They waft through
Souls picking up
Flavors

Surf on minds
Developing
Patina

Slither along cultures
Taking on
Color

Glide with history
Collecting
Tone

Lives on in
The mind of scholars

Kissing life into
Fragile phrases

Transparent as
October leaves

Words and notes
Have no owners

They waft through
Souls picking up
Flavors

Surf on minds
Developing
Patina

Slither along cultures
Taking on
Color

Glide with history
Collecting
Tone

The daisy cutter
Does not pause
To nose each dainty
Daisy

What a pity!
What a loss!

The last free people
On earth

Where are they now?

Dining alone at a truck stop

Looking for home

The breakthrough
When it
(Finally)
Came

Was sudden

The apple falls
Through habit but

Who is to say it
Will not fly
Far away and frolic
With Angels
On a cloud somewhere?

Up high monkey twist
Ripe coconut to drop
By his man.

But soon some robot hand
Will pluck husk tap bottle
Scrape out meat and pull coir
Into matted sheets in one
Smooth move.

But, monkey, I shall
Still watch fascinated as
You pick and choose at the
End of your long leash

And make a nutty living for man
And monkey beast

When fat fruit
Wants to fall
You cannot stop it.

Spread a wide ****
And sit on the grass,

Settling with a blanket
Across the knees.

One falls on the head,
One drops on the foot

Yet here we sit
With a blanket-full
Of fruit.

Our wedding day
My husband
(My husband!)

Walked the cable
On the suspension
Bridge

And so did I!

Before bedding I
Wet the family scroll

But no-one now
Can read it.

So we just lay
Together

Watching the moon
Rise

Ash in the mouth
Final sprout plucked

The great plague
Eaten the planet
Brown

Fired the end stick

And notation laid with
Invisible ink

(warm stream of body
Revives the script on
Solid scroll)

Too tired for messiah

Just watching the day
Subside

Shadow of 99%
Emptiness

Atoms
Molecules
Spinning boundless

And this thing
I call I

This reproach
To the massive
Nothing Bhodidharma
Brought from
The east

In the vast
Uninhabitable area
Between stars
I sit

And contemplate
Blue endless sky
And fathomless
Oceans of
Being
And you

My lost girl

With all the
Galaxies
Tight wrapped
Wrapt

Between your
Thighs

I did not
Love you as I should.
That much is clear.

I could not love you
As I should then.
That much is clear.

You loved me as much
As you could.
This now I can see.

I could not love you
Then as much as I should.
This much is clear.

I love you now
More than I could have then.
I thank you more.

This much is clear.

They said I would die
Before forty
My friends and
Their bets

Thought I would die
2014
When my world stopped

So glad I failed
To die as so much
I failed before

So glad to read you
And you and you

You carry words
In your belly-
Pregnant meaning

I read in awe
Raw emotion
Direct communication..

Avoid spilling
Into oblivion

Your beauty
Lights the world
Courage inspiration

What we did
You do not deserve

Let this be tinder
To fire

Young imagination

Throw me on the fire
And fuel your future

Happen
Event
Not hair no hair
Not young old
No silly words
Prophet

This time is
Revolution

Now

No need
Explanation

Goodbye old
Goodbye new

Cherub face
Crew cut
Outsize home-
Knit jumper

Shiny pate
Snow beard
Paunch

One flash bulb
Fifty years

Ancient wood
Gone

Sailed to every
Genocidal continent.

Armada splintered
Divinely winded

Only new forest
Squared and rowed
Bridle-pathed and
Signed for city

Fat henry hunted
Stag and wife

New camera click
Surprise the deer
The pony

And I

It blazed up,
Your eye

Never sure,
Poison on your mind,
In my food

Or eros
Sublime seamless
Joining.

It blazes red
Yellow blue
Iris flecks.

Once more
Fall
Into vulcan fire

Broke cover
Sudden
Stood stock still-
Breath, mist
Mingle

What thought, doe,
What sound, smell of
Greencoat man with
Lichen brow,
Moss beard,
Hazelnut eyes,
Moist as yours,
So brown.

Veins throb
Yours and mine
Silken hide
Only movement
Ears, nose twitch.

No pointed barb today,
No loud report

Just look
Slow as oak
Bark growing fingers
Grain of the trunk.

No haunch for butcher hook, today,
Doe
Disappear into
New forest thicket-

Oh, how you gentle me

Broken stem

Breaking this
Old heart

Show me still water
And a flat stone
Worn and beached
From beyond oral history.

Show me and wonder
At one two three
Four five six seven
Bouncing flights.

I want to dive deep,
Retrieve
That champion flatstone

Carry it home in sandy pocket

Keep it with found marbles

For life

Gaudy handles
Painted coastal scene

Varnish crackling
Under so many
Sweet little
Sweaty palms

Dainty feet
Dancing at mid point-

And from what deep echo
Emanates
The simple
Skipping rime-

The unborn-
Young girls with
Granny rope and
Long rotted dead
Roped vertically
Together

The acrobat
Twisting and
Tumbling
Through space

Back-flipping
Into worm holes

Attempting to
Undo time

(Infinite
Disappointment
Of entropy-

Forward rolling
To destruction
The only option?)

Never painted you

Did not live that long

But would have
Caught your
Perfection
With his imperfect line.

I would have been jealous
Fool that I am

But hung your nakedness
On the wall forever

Loving the abstract you

Now that you in flesh are
No longer here

(Many years,
So long)

Your hair unplugs the bathroom

Harsh words
Entail no tears

Your beauty lingers
Burned under my eyelids
And your perspicacity
Shields my fear

Wind

See the tree

Move

There is no need
To be so pretty

Just to exist
Is enough