Mapled
Syrupy
Red Leaf

Perfectly

Framed
On Grass

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

Too many

The ways

Of this world

The next

Too much

To be known

In one mind

Or seed

To

Be

Sown

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Young Adam
Made of self

Of other,

How long
Such generation
Re-makes
A man

You complete,
Deliver these
Pregnant words-

Make many poems
From one.

Diversity,
Jungle
Desert
Ocean
Atmosphere

All spilling from
Simple syllables.

Thank you

It to be good

But it is is not?

Late rose
That moist rot rot
But beautitiful still.

My old ladies.

Lovely.

Small
Footsteps
Track and trace

Trace and track
Small footsteps

Cherry flower



Falls-

Leaves
Grieve and
Grow

Somehow

I do not wish

To disguise

The tears-

They furrowed

Who I am

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

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

Can I have a love
even forlorn,
undeserved for sure

Yet still
may I have
just one more love

Small cave in the
western cliff

Monk cell in the
western cliff

Waiting
waiting
patiently

Kiss

Moist

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

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

In silt from melted
Ice age laid

Young molluscs
And single cells
Wait until

Today

Sudden bubbles
Surface on

Discoursed
River

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

Toe-nail clippings fossilize
As they fall

Stone-set by rise and
Evaporation of a
Million Seas

Don't remember me.

Dust in your eyes

Phphew

Swirl and gone

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!

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

Chop water

Carry wood

Not creator

But conduit

This word

Already

Dated


Soon

Incomprehensible

To all

So lustrous
Jenny and
her long curled
black hair

Oiled,
beautiful in
spring sun.

I cannot love you
but I love you,
Jenny girl

Who made you ashamed
Of your nakedness?

And why?

Vivid as fire

If your house burns,
etching flame

Let it

Walk on

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

The History stills
And settles-

Silt below an
Ancient Pond-

Succour for Reeds

Awaiting the Splash

Of Frog

Your wart,
When it went-

How I missed
Kissing

Your little
Blemish

Three golden headed
dandelion
open to sun

Unseen dandy lions
people scurrying by.

One day on
closed face
turning to seed

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

"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)"

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)

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

Strange how suns burn out
Tired of the light

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

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

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

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

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

Emerging from the Cave

Sunshine

Blinking
Drops form

Blue sky

Deep breath

Freedom

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?

High mountain

Body
Transparent

Shimmering
Leaf-like

Veined-

Dancin­g thru
Ether-

Windblown ice,

Beyond heat
And cold

Dancing thru
Ethereal
Soul