All I know of love
Is in this dot

            .

All I know of creation
Is in this dot

            .

All I

            .

Impatient for death.

Tell me why
Patricia.

No need.

The spilling
Mess

Of his seed.

Mad along the
High street

These grumbling bones

Still holding

Up

Cold old moon

See-saws

Broiling old sun

Over the hill and

Goes hide to seek

In plain sight

Cold then hot the dish
By turns evolves a decadence
Of Death.

This blue green fungus is
Culture,
Renaissance can wait for
The Bloom of Dissolution to fade.

Hand dissolves in
Mind eye
And Survivors pick over the
Will of off-white Bones

Sleep of the dead-
Grandfather's coat wrapt,
Body sunk into rock.

Deer nuzzle beard,
Fawn lies close
Sharing warmth.


Heat of fire rouses-
Underworld risen to
Surface-

Heaven's low pressure
Sinks to earth.

Loud clash
Angels
Demons-

Tumult of change...

What have we done?

A whole bunch
Of stones

Circled round

The sun

Knot in cherry trunk
Seeping amber.

Insect form
Emboldened forever.

You sit-unmoved-
In your Mountain fastness.

The tree Spirits frolic,
Hiding, slipping trunk
To trunk until, uncertain-

Your Belief transcends.

A single tear ploughs
One runnel down a silted
Cheek
And the Flood some day

Shall unleash a grim
Vengeance on those who
Forgot-

Our place in Nature
Ruptured,

We hasten toward
The failing Cliff

Fog navigator
Streetlamp puddle up-
Sun to sun

Decades empty
Of
Achievement.

Somewhere
Far off

A dung beetle rolls
Rhino stuff

To feed
Hungry roots
Of

Elephant grass

Richard
Alfred
Edmund
Unearthed.

Reclaiming the city
River

Walking
Rising

Olde englande

Stirring

Reclaiming

Rising
Again

On Parkland Pond
Cygnets Echelon.

My day is deep, long

Encompassing
A million feathered years

Perhaps the painting
Will survive the blast

Or paint peel as skin
Revealing space

Pouring molten metal
Into golden moulds-

counterfeit value

This is how gold
Blinds the eye.

Hoard in a wood-yard
To build a better future-

This is how time
Tricks the mind

It's ok

Dark is everywhere

The joke is
Light

The little *****
Of light

Teasing.

Yes, I scream

And love the little
Pinprick light.

Goodnight.

Too much

Word

I blew the conch

The Angels descended

They had no choice


When we need

The Angels

They must descend


Thank them

I was talking
To a flower-

She said

I am running
Out of time.

Forget time-

Shine forever

Perhaps I stood too long
By the wall,
Trellis diamond printing my back.

As tendrils wound
Around the feet,
Began to love ankle
And knee,

All members and organs
Beribonned-

Face greened
Blackened and
Yellowed bee
Stung features

Grow and swell
Until

At last baldness burst
Into sun

And flower.

Oh!
Prise this spine
From mortared wall
And watch as
Petals

Soar...

Worm cast
Whorls

Denote a
Subtle
Decomposition of
The long,

Now living,

Dead

A lone manifest
Ideal
Lost at sea.

This the end
Movement of the listed-

Freedom is
Freedom from only-

Freedom to only
Chaos.


That day you told
"Watch your step"

(I had tripped)

My answered
'Ha!'

Rang a bell before
Time

To every-one

But nobody wnats
To make love to me

Boo hoo boo hoo

Boo hoo

Silk

Wine

Sinking into
The aesthetic

Blow bubbles
Of Honey

Almost too sweet
For a bumbling
Bee

So here I am
A couple of dead poets,
Dead people laying around,
Dead flowers

Dead souls

Dead end roads

And here am I

Dancing under the moon

All of the atoms,
Molecules

Coalesce in me.

We are universe.

Joy.

You

Speechless

Awake or asleep

Alive or no

No matter

Together

In love

We glow

Body melts
Glacial-

Disintegrates
Disgracefully.

Mind spins a
Vortex-

Chaos and order
Kiss beneath
An apple tree,
Bark ancient
As stone-

Weathered face

Sans eye
Sans tooth

And all the
Livelong day

A confusion

Do not constrain

Our

English

With strait-
Jacketed
Rules

No-

She shall burst
Through
Or wriggle free-

Shred the padded
Walls and
Rubbelize the cells

English
Our English

Ever shall be
Free...

Wearing
Socks,
Boots

To destruction

Smooth

Shining

Soft

Singing

Plop

Into

Here.

Smooth pebble
Talk to me

Tossed gently to
The centre-

Swallowed, gone
Ripples cry to shore

Eternity is dark

Fleeting spark of stars

Simplicity of small lives

Snuffed inevitably-

Dark

Light

The texture of being

Who? What
Who? What
Am I?

Walked 10,000 miles

100 years

Who what
Carried canvas sack

Shed tears
Who what-

Now sit and ponder
Who? What
Who? What
Am I

A damaged deer
Cowers in shrubbery

Camouflaged against
The curious.

Eyes moist
Nose twitching

Heart thumping
Fit to burst.

Little doe, how
Did you get here

Lost, like us all,
In suburb?

Lava of my youth
Cools,
Breaks brine surface.

You haul your
Scale tail
Onto rock,

Produce mirror
And comb somehow

And sing;

Lighthouse *******
Flashing,

Lure street urchins
To doom.

Holed hulls, wooden,
Br'ken masts
And skeletons,

You immortalise them all;

Evolving starfish
A coral girdling
Your navel

The sun
Unrisen

Tells true.

Worms
Unturned
Mucus my
Flesh.

All about
A tedium of skies

Shine

So tired
So sleepy
And curled
Your *******
And my arms
All around.

Too tired for
Thought
And only the
Whisp of hair
Curled
Mirror whorl to
Ear

Match to fierce
Tornado
Passion

And so tired
So sleepy-
Disarmed

Billion syllables
Spill

Waterfall

This very moment

More than all
History
Complete

Whatever the world says

Whoever you are

Is fine

The stars
In billions

Eternity

Bottled oceans
Easy

But

Hair

Eye

Movement
Of woman-

No idea

Pointing the prow
Out to sea

Away
Out of sight

Of the estuary.

New adventure
On high sea

You, the dog
And me.

How do you know
So much

You family
Youyoung ones?

(A machette

Spilt asunder-
Branches

Bamboo folds)

All you were told

(Not lies,
Pretend protection)

How come

Little innocents,

We knew
So much?

Rotting corpse
Chained around the neck

Has fallen
Finally from
Nostril zone.

Bad deeds
Undone

All is left

And come
To right

The sweetest

Smell

Of freedom

If I should die

Think nothing
Of it...

In the end lives
The beginning...

All I know is love


Love love love love love

Is there

One more

Song

To write

Is there
A ***** of light

Is there
One more

On a new journey

Fast clipper to

The Indies

Deep dive into
Molten core

Ask Vulcan
How to pour

Old iron into
Novel moulds

Make grief
An object

A wonder