What we did
You do not deserve

Let this be tinder
To fire

Young imagination

Throw me on the fire
And fuel your future

Returning to the Tower
It was not there

The next Block
My former Home
Gone

All the places I stayed
For years
Notable by Absence

The Window with views
Of London
Empty


Now
I too

Am not there

With quill on parchment
scratch to me your love
my love

With ink-stained fingers
ribbon fold your love
to me my love

With blood- drippedink-
well trace your love
across your breast
my love

With humble skill
I share with thee my love
my one sweet love

Don't remember me.

Dust in your eyes

Phphew

Swirl and gone

Do not meddle
In the middle of
The muddle
In the east

Your laughter
****** of clear
Water over
Pebbles

This word

Already

Dated


Soon

Incomprehensible

To all

Crawling across the earth
one of many creatures
crawling through the garden

Where is your dominion
termite mounds built high

Too many bonfires!
Too many bonfires!

So lustrous
Jenny and
her long curled
black hair

Oiled,
beautiful in
spring sun.

I cannot love you
but I love you,
Jenny girl

what shall ye be
old man, dying man?

a dog perhaps, driven
by passion, guarding
the house of master
or maiden

a tree perhaps, stolid
by a river, rooting shooting
flowering and fruiting

a snake old man
slithering and hissing
and tempting the ******

a louse dying man
itching and *******
raising curses all around

what shall ye be
a pebble in a stream
methinks, grinding
sand in the clear
cool water

Three golden headed
dandelion
open to sun

Unseen dandy lions
people scurrying by.

One day on
closed face
turning to seed

Chop water

Carry wood

Not creator

But conduit

How did I spend the vigour of my youth,
on chasing fame
and riches
and chimera of power?
No.

And somewhat proud I say
of that.

So what lay waste
the flower of my time?

Travelling to stars
outside the
planetarium of skull?
No.

No seeker of novel worlds
and strange practice
beyond sitting on the ***.

With this body encased
in mind did I explore
my globe

In walking and sitting
and standing and lying
in running and swimming
in energy pared
in eating and ******* and sleeping
in sexing and drinking
and library reading.

So tell me old man
of this misspent time
of the hurts you made
and the lazy days

And tell me of the
hells you created
of the good intentions
fallen to dust

And do not omit
the belly laughter
and small kindness
and hospitality to strangers
and open heart
and spirit soaring.

And tell me now
how will the fruit
of time be thrown
into the small basket
of remaining days?

Why what to expect
of a maverick reprobate,
but more sweet lady,
a little more of the same

Can I have a love
even forlorn,
undeserved for sure

Yet still
may I have
just one more love

Zen man
Failed

It is accretion

Not blinding light

The beauty,
Enlightenment
Comes slowly

Like a spring flower

And falls
Quickly away

To floor

Goodbye
sweet raft.

I climbed the
grassy bank
and watched

Until the rapids
took and dashed
you on jagged rock.

(some nights still
a sliver of  bamboo
pierces my slumber)

Vivid as fire

If your house burns,
etching flame

Let it

Walk on

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

Mapled
Syrupy
Red Leaf

Perfectly

Framed
On Grass

Now that ink

Chlorophyll

Has leached through
Leaf-

True colour may
Emerge,

Take up
Breeze,

Seek

Incorporation
Into earth.

Soft forest
Floor

Grow slow

Hardened peat

Unto diamonds
Heaped
Into golden
Dugout-

Canoed to
Freedom

"Without trace,
Leaving only ash

Good-night rice-paper
Person.

Little damage done
To earth-

To infinite space...

No trace, like
Flying geese
Through time.

(Love)"

Besotted
By the graceful
Curve of
Your eyelash-

You can see no further

Winter return-
Briefly-

Thorn
Blood drip
Drips onto snow-

One harsh word
From you and
I
Is undone
To
0

Please-
Gentle-
Return the Spring

I painted your Myth onto
A cave wall

Until she atrophied

I scribbled our story
With a stick in White sand

And then the Tide.

So long gone,
I see in Dream
Your Face in
Moon Cold night

Your heat on soles

The Harvest of your Hips
With another.

Roots in crevice

Half way up-

Down-

A cliff edge
Clinging tree

Isolate-

Some seed spilt bird
Dropped me here.

One day-
Perhaps-

A wandering poet
Slips-

Falls and grabs
Windblown trunk.

Now-
You
Poet-

Learn to

Climb

In silt from melted
Ice age laid

Young molluscs
And single cells
Wait until

Today

Sudden bubbles
Surface on

Discoursed
River

Sat on grass
beneath a canopy of leaf

beneath the body
seedling grows

fifty years immobile
tree grow high, wide

sitting seeing far
with tree high eye

What a plight

To circle a planet.

New moon

Embarrassed
in the sky
how can you hang

Bombarded by comets
your pitted face

Pitied face

Blue sky morning
who are you, moon,

Who am I

To tell truth today

Impossible?

Flower explosion

What can we do

When it goes into
the dark?

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

So hungry

Young women

So old!

So old!

High mountain

Body
Transparent

Shimmering
Leaf-like

Veined-

Dancin­g thru
Ether-

Windblown ice,

Beyond heat
And cold

Dancing thru
Ethereal
Soul

I went into the darkness

I did

Where sensible people leave
Alone

And felt the ultimate blackness

I did

It was so cold so sure so

Strong.

Black yang

Not bad

White yin

Not good

No emotion

Good bad
Indifferent

No notion who am
Within

Of salt in ocean

Of sugar in tea

Of wheat in a
Deadbeat loaf
Going green.

Whta this means

Is nothing

Is only being

A grain
A universe

And happy

Full
The moon

Full to aurora
Bursting

The small i
Dormant this
Decade and
More

Leaf in order
I

Shall flower
And fruit
In order

Spreading
Benificence

At last

Across the land

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

In complete freedom
I sing to you

Sitting on
leaf litter
at the river bank

Spirits of those
once known
half forgotten

Drift by.

People stones animals
plants and objects
drifting by

Whisper hallo
wave goodbye

Strange how suns burn out
Tired of the light

Cupped hands
two pair

Two hearts
beating

Your heart
my hands

My heart
in yours

Red, wilted pink
hands
hearts

Hold them
gently
safely

Four hands
two hearts
one love

who has these before
a name became the thing,

before your name
came to my ears

who had a way
with you?

not you
nor neither me
not him nor her
nor it.

before a name fell upon
from mother sky,
mother thigh

who, where off this earth
was I?

No light-
None-
Then-

A billion years-

A glimmer-
How I yearn to hold you

Kiss

Moist

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

Lizard eggs
Come-
Go-

If it hatch
Ok-
It hatch

If it go-
Go-

If taken by some
Predatory bird

So?
So?

Come look as little
Lizards grow-
Grow

Come, come-

Go, go-

My little
Lizard

Words

You should be able
To be naked
All of the time.

No sense to this
Eternal cover-up

Give the fruit
Of fig,

You may keep
The leaf

In security
and comfort

Full flowing

All growing

Flower of compassion.

Those struggling,
cut their bonds,
for you have power,

Cut their ties

Set them free