When youth cry

When solitary animal
Slaughtered
In woods not made for man

Apologise for crooked marks
And quest
Unanswerable

Yet still with all
Love in all and
All compassion only

This pathetic
Answer

Narcissus nods agreement with
Gentle breeze slipping across
An iced puddle-

Winter and the air feels clean
But is not;
Sun shines bright but is dim

As aeons dictate

What progress
pilgrim
what bathing wife
what parfit
gentile knichte

What progress
on this lonely path
you chose-
lunacy of free choice

With cynical shield and
fiery sword of faith
walking walking
walking and waiting

get old

get sick


and die


it's normal

How long i loved you
Let me down.

How slow the moon
To die.

If only we were dead

Together,

Then how long the moon
Can love

The History stills
And settles-

Silt below an
Ancient Pond-

Succour for Reeds

Awaiting the Splash

Of Frog

Kiss

Moist

In silt from melted
Ice age laid

Young molluscs
And single cells
Wait until

Today

Sudden bubbles
Surface on

Discoursed
River

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

Cherub face
Crew cut
Outsize home-
Knit jumper

Shiny pate
Snow beard
Paunch

One flash bulb
Fifty years

Drink deep of lethe

And try to forget
that day

When the flower
bit the bee

If anything is possible

It is

Now now

Now

Can I have a love
even forlorn,
undeserved for sure

Yet still
may I have
just one more love

4
Above, beyond

Below, undoing

Timespace illusory

Why so deluded?

2
Time existence flow

Only now!

Only now!

Who made you ashamed
Of your nakedness?

And why?

Inhale my nostril,
Give/take life
For
From
Me.

Young Adam
Made of self

Of other,

How long
Such generation
Re-makes
A man

Log fire

Love making

Woolskin rug

Loouis Armstrong

Deep Devon

Happy


Once in my life

Where river ends

Sea begins-

Where sea
Become
Ocean...

All water

Only water

Any word
Simple
Misnomer

Scoop up water
From puddled rain

Moon peeps over
Left shoulder-

Reflected-

No drink

Moon and water
Filter through fingers

Leaving only grit

This word

Already

Dated


Soon

Incomprehensible

To all

No Kintsugi may repair
The Wabi Sabi of
A broken heart

I blame the moon.

Her sinuous rhythm
In tune-
You move to her
*****-
Her Face your Mirror.

My Gravity slips and
We tumble Cold
Into Space

Too many

The ways

Of this world

The next

Too much

To be known

In one mind

Or seed

To

Be

Sown

Cherry flower



Falls-

Leaves
Grieve and
Grow

Somehow

You complete,
Deliver these
Pregnant words-

Make many poems
From one.

Diversity,
Jungle
Desert
Ocean
Atmosphere

All spilling from
Simple syllables.

Thank you

And the not
Dead yet
Talk to me.

They speak
About
Living
And the
Long
Dead.

Where am I?

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 leaf
does you good

Eat it
chew

It feels,good
and helps you
regular

The leaf without
water will
wither

In sun or moonlight
might die

So your little salad,
darling

Eat up
lest we die

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

And still the
Pagan moon
Refuses worship

Tumbles around
Reflecting light
On every blade of
Grass and even this
Cold heart

Is warmed in
Bitter night

Carp iced under pond
Stare folorn with
Milky eyes-

Suspended-

Waiting on
Warming dawn of

Spring

Small
Footsteps
Track and trace

Trace and track
Small footsteps

I do not wish

To disguise

The tears-

They furrowed

Who I am

Seized and ******
Dry

Adjoining spirits
Sacrifice all smoke
Unto sky.

Meat of thigh-
Burnt coals glow
And this meal

Divine

Conjoins you+I+all the

Gods

Sour cloud

One drop

Rain

Window

The ego fell

Small cave in the
western cliff

Monk cell in the
western cliff

Waiting
waiting
patiently

You dreamt
You Awoke
But your slumber
Tumbled into the Deep
Ocean where your
Delusion soaked
In Brine.

The Molten Core of your
Ambition
Melts and steams in a
Brevity of Being.

Goodnight sweet Fantastic

Allow the gentle Waves to
Waft you ashore

Your wart,
When it went-

How I missed
Kissing

Your little
Blemish

It to be good

But it is is not?

Late rose
That moist rot rot
But beautitiful still.

My old ladies.

Lovely.

Longer now,
Thickened and
Harder to trim;

Toenails turning to
Horn

Re-turning to animal
With age.

Head surrounded by
Stars;
Containing their rocks
And revolutions,

But feet merging with
Mud,
Cracked skin in
Moist balm,
Rooting.

This, then,
Age advancing;
Goodbye to love,
To youth and
Longing.

Stars and clay,

Destination

And all around
The elderly,

Sleeping

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

Chop water

Carry wood

Not creator

But conduit

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

Vivid as fire

If your house burns,
etching flame

Let it

Walk on

Emerging from the Cave

Sunshine

Blinking
Drops form

Blue sky

Deep breath

Freedom

2
Before his eyes,
Reversed-
Limbs shorten
Thicken and bend with
Muscular torque.

Scaled and horned tail
Slides from burgeoning spine

And face elongates
Reptilian.

Ears bone and twitch
Unnervingly.

Walls are no barrier
And, blood engorged
He ***** and takes flight
So fast above earthen
Atmosphere,

Frolicking midst star and
Galaxy and over expanding
Universe to the

Beyond

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

That year caterpillars ate
The Cabbages-

No soup but
A flighty crop

Of White-Winged
Butterflies