Flower explosion

What can we do

When it goes into
the dark?

Where pencil Pier
Rolls over the Moon

And slides beneath the
Sun.

Timbers shiver and
Return to salt-

Give succour to
Barnacle and ****,

Green as a greeting
To the lovely Dawn

I love you

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?

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

High mountain

Body
Transparent

Shimmering
Leaf-like

Veined-

Dancin­g thru
Ether-

Windblown ice,

Beyond heat
And cold

Dancing thru
Ethereal
Soul

In complete freedom
I sing to you

Sand heap

Eroding

I am flying
the bones in
your hand are
transparent
I am yearning
for...

And noone can say
not

The bone in my thigh
rehearses your
skull
yes we are free
and yes we fly
how much does the world
take away from tour hair,

Take with glory my
old bald head?

The dancing girls
Happy in their
Lithe movements

Ecstatic in their
Power

And I, forlorn
See them no more,

Their gossamer veils
Blown clear by
Autumnal winds

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

Squirrel fight

Bough shake

Petal fall

Anointed
In oil

Bee
Flicking
Glows
Pollen
Laden
Falls

My ears
Get

Frayed

Octopus tentacles
Fully engaged-
Alive

No light-
None-
Then-

A billion years-

A glimmer-
How I yearn to hold you

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?

Tiny orbs deflect
Awareness
Of Pure Light.

Telling nothing of their interior

And so Ignorance grows alongside
Knowledge
Of the Show

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

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

Too buoyant-

Syllables that

Once sank to
Ocean bed

And dissolved
Spreading nutrients

Now

They float
And mass

As microplastic
Waste lakes

Blocking the light.

Consciouness that
Pervades

Become flat
As a screen-

Dead as moon

Sleep

Clouds
Weep

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

Took the charcoal
of a burned out star

and scratched a parchment
of atrophied skin

making something new
from redundancy

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

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

Carboniferous Tree
Heavy with Water
Pregnant with Seed

Diamond holder
Recycler of Dreams
My other Mother

Beneath your Beams
Blows Harmonica
While Dinky the Dog

Does the Howling for me

And when I die


Goodnight

Water supporting

Clouds forming


             Drift

Search and search
where time went
taking joy and sorrow,
those unstable twins.

Gone gone
and vanished

But comes again
and again the
teasing time

Tussock
Small
Grass,
Within
Mammalian tremor-

Mouse alive
Without

Vastness of Space

The lace wings
Of the
Lacewing
Are real
Lace

Wings.

This cash
Is not

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?)

The daisy cutter
Does not pause
To nose each dainty
Daisy

What a pity!
What a loss!

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

Wind

See the tree

Move

All else useless

The brain alive can help
Hope
Love and cry

All else useless

Entire life, alone

Hedgehogged-
Rolled in a ball-

Soft spines over
Curled yellow belly.

No car to
Splat!

No car
Safe as can be

OR

Picking like birds
Beneath
Picnic tables

OR

Splayed!

Like some flying
Squirrel

Flying past
Hubble mirror

Looking to face
The belly of
Being

Every pore + infinity-
Fleas
Dancing along
The spine

Seeing

Who am I?

And,
My darling humans-
Who are you?

finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

Finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

Finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

Finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

Butterfly

So brief

Grew many trees
from seed

They still stand

It is I who had to leave

That day
I loved you---------

Oh

Delicate pink

Petals

Yellow stamen

Sticky with
Sweet bee

Scent
From heaven.

How pollen clings to

Yellow black fur.

Without love
A bulging of
Seedling sprouts.

When the eye becomes

SUN

The moon flutters

Consent

A flourish of evil
Extruding u der dark.

What transformation
In moonless time.

Past a pity of
potted trees

Mad midmight unfolds
Across the London road

Fitful Sleep
Dreams Flit

In and Out-

If Dreams were Real-

How could We Tell?

Strolling
In woods
Naming trees-

No latin; for
Half-forgotten
Lovers,
Friends,

Nights on the town-

Then spit them out,
Foolish blossoms,
Dessicated leavings.

Seasonal centuries
Curl into
Themselves-

Expire gently
I to a whispered
Breeze

In a dark house
a dank cellar
I dreamt my death

Ten years old
and dead already

Near fifty years on
oh lord let me birth