Thailand (siam for us lovers)

King Bhumipol die

Love is love

Goodbye

Thai

Buzz lady mosquito-
aim your black and white
stripes and settle on
my arm but please
sweet blood loving one-
refrain from the ****-
restrain your maddened
appetite and rest awhile-
rub your legs against my
little hairs and drink a little
wine coddled sweat and
fly and whine next door
to brighter red.

Vast orange disk we see-
awed- you slip into the
purpling sea-expecting every
eve stupendous hissing and
steam but no- noiseless
our saviour creator and and
great sustainer sinks-
her sky in gorgeous raiment
kimonoed shapeshifting
and irridescent momently-
Dancing into dark.

Past each ear in turn the
swoosh and glide of black
aerobats to pluck insect from
the infinite void of the
flying darkness or hustle
through to feast on fruits
succulent and sweet as nectar.

Blood of bat or snake, of night
crawling, flying, running hunters-
loving the night
to death.

After the third
Solar system

I began to wonder
If a one-way ticket
Was wise.

You see one star
Close
You see them all-

Set foot on distant
Planets

And not a hot girl
In sight.

"Computer, turn around"

Does not compute is the
Reply.

And so
On we go

To infinity

Grubbing up shrubs
Make a safe path-

This one who
Crosses ravines
On invisible tightropes

And falls
Cartoon
To puffs of dust
And then
Resumes

"Be in the present
in the here and now"

In arrogant black still
sure
very still

Equanimity, equilibrium
yes

But Godwin please your
be here now
ruinous to stillness
to meditation
rupturing the pre-dawn silence and
self-reflected perfection

What it is like
now you are dead

To realise-
pupil sometimes equals
fool

In this instant

Lightening stricken

Sounds

Illuminate and

Annihilate

In this
Instant

1
London road lights
Blind intensity
And the loved oblivion

Of starless
Blackness is
Lost-

Lost souls
Seek succour
In neon

And the only
Sun
Lies sullen
And disengaged-

Moon too
Disinclined to
Shine

On the
Unbelieving.

The need for love
(What that may
Be)
Unremitting-

Lightness and
Absence
Unsure-

Heart flutters
Questing for pace-

Centenerian haul of long
Long

Overdue
Survival

Lies not with bacteria
Nor death
Nor the
Remorseless march
Of time.

The problem with decay
Is the whole cycle of
Seasons to
Decompose.

Impatient

Throw me on a fire-
A big one-
And hasten the
Lovely oblivion

To laughing life

well yell
yellow bucket

worn rope
convolvulus

bucket leak

morning star
begging water

The day maple
leaf forgot
sunlight

He turned yellow
with fear-

Then red-
embarrassed to
be seen to fail

Tried to spiral
to grass and hide
his shame

But wise tree
held on
smiling

And covered
her nakedness
with glory

who is it that dances through
the dawn?

that plays the tambourine
that drinks and loves
and lies abandoned?

it is this I that has no truth
no sense of self, this role
play in a suit, a tie,
hard hat or shorts.

who is it that lives in
sunny clime or winter chill?

it is I, not I
no self there nor there
ever was

not I, the I that rarely
is, a diamond rough,
cut of stuff ineffable.

who is it that sees me now?
why you, mirror of my sigh
and you are you, who you?

The day John died
I was drunk

He, no alcoholic
Yes he
Who had some.

No he did not feel that February 2017

They pummelled his chest,
Their job,
They did,

I begged let him go-too long to pump

trod lightly to avoid
disturbing leaves fallen
and feeding filamental roots
of fungus.

these puffing spores,
teasing the nose to sneeze
a spawning mushroom love.

wherewithal to breed,
hypothecary of suspension
neither dead nor alive, hung
in the balance, forests outweighed.

you soaked my love in your hand
kerchief, adjusted outdoor lipstick
in the mirror forever ready in the sacred
pouch of bag.

you like to love in the woods, on the beach,
in that castle and on the bus
carrying us from Paris.

thrilling the thought of capture,
a sudden lens, natural rapture,
fecundity of trees spilling carefree nuts,

of hairy bee legs moving the future,
whole species in a shuddering buzz.
hairs in my nasal passage protrude,

never have money, the
necromancer said, reading this face,
portraiture of fortune.

but in this new forest
on bedded lichen and moss
scratching and soothing, intermittent
I saw you, naked as morning joy.

Tiny bit of rock
Hung
Unsupported,
Caressed by
Morning star

Small light given free

O how i love the early pre-dawn

And you
Reading
Nothing else

How your reading has
Helped this two year
Bad dream
Pass.

You do not know
How you
Kept this old soul
Alive.

Thank you
And from this
Miraculous sliver
Of moon

Accept the silver spoon of love

Which creator whistled
Lines
Mapping outback
Lands

Who sang the rings
Of saturn into being

Which one danced
The spinning orbital
Rocks

Yet forgot to paint
The blue
The green

Forgot to breathe life
Into these
Desolate stones

Cold as hell frozen
Over
Or
Bubbling
Hot
But
Rock
?

Now that life has
Scattered

To the ten
Directions

Blown by winds
Of change
Of chance

How

Where shall
We once more

Coalesce?

Go into space-

Where are

The

Boundaries?

Above the salt pans
royal prerogative reigns

But tarnish the jewel

And the meat is eaten
unseasoned

Click-click
we speak
click-click
and feed with lions

Regalia of a
crooked king
becrowned
enthroned by tide

Click-click
we walk
far out of africa

And the relationship
of men to stones
the purity of gold
stained, eaten
by lion-hearted
monarch
At the ley-lined end
of genocidal desserts

Migratory waves
denied
enmeshed

And walls crash
to dancing music
amid final insult
to the mass

Click-clicking
and walking

Singing and dancing
the mountains a
handful of dust

Sea only salt
and river bed dry
and dammed
to hell

Sparkling with ruby
glowing emerald
green as the plain
after monsoon
rains down fresh we
live through drought
sail the flood and
in the end
bloodied in futile battle

Click-click and die

Heaved aboard-
lay flat on your back
on swabbed and
polished deckboards
and watch the white
sails fill

As we sail into dawn,
red and yellow banners
counter intuitive,
streaming ahead of our
godspeed.

Unwrecked,
rescued,
lifted from fossil sea

Powered by wind
to cut wine-dark waters
homeward
bound roped and rigged

And freedomed

Experiment was I?

Expectations,
See if he like
The girl
Of daddy friend

See if he like
Auntie

See if he like
Daddy big man

Se if he survive
Family

"It is not quite finished"

"Well
Neither am I"

Full moon
Again

Darling moon in
Such a hurry

Through the years

Caked in glutinous sediment

Autocthonous man
rises slow, stands giant

On the shore
barnacles fleeing
the resurrection

Stormy petrel albatross curlew skylark martin swift swallow robin sparrow raven crow falcon heron stork eagle vulture budgie parrot gull penguin puffin hawk
                                     Birds
And poets
Flutter
And trill

This life too lazy
For fame and gain

Beneath thatch both
Legs stretch

Mind idling I take
My ease

Sqirrel dug
1958
Buried a nut

Forgot

Today sit
Tree canopy
Shelter

Forgive

That lazy foraging

water boatman oaring
surface tension

lotus floating
tadpole below
snail mudsliding

koi refracting

frog jumps in

SPLASH!

Aesthetics of woman
roundness warmth
loquacious fecundity

Desire overcome
all that remains-

Beauty

With my love
Walk your life

Away from me
With him

Or whomever
Wherever
You go.

Know I love
And that
Warm envelope

Goes with you

Go-
With my love-
Walk

Smallness of flowers
In grass

Butter
Cup
Daisy

Tears

This rock
Handled
Pulsing
Alive?

My little
Alien
Friends

This small
Quartzite
Pule is
Universal

Love

Moon set
sunrise

How I love
to be alone

Moon rise
sun set

This spinning ball

How I love
to be alone

O tree
In your
Small curls

Fly rings
Of history

Dreaming of oriental
opulence and power

Time to set fair
for the east

Luxuriate in foliage
screeching parrot
clawing blood
from shoulders
sore from labour.

Some day soon
the silk robe shall adorn
this shabby body
and a vast turban
studded with gems
will stiffen the neck
and tighten sinews
sagging from
riding bed
sick and imbibing
cheap wine.

Bring me the winged stallion

I must
must must
fly

Permanent present
In
Present impermanence

O

With no immediate
Memory
Yet all
Events
Recall in perfect
Clarity

O

Here
Now
And now
Gone

O

Life without
Relation
To
Unrelated

Object

Nor subject
Relates to
None

O

Every syllable a shock

reminder of genes
chimpanzeeed in error.

aberration of speech
worm-holing space,

frog-splashing time,

Homer not gone,
****** calls to battle

and the siren song.

Old battered hat
Skin of my skin

Over the years
We have become the same

How lonely am I

As lonely as that

Seagull in a blue
And empty sky

Wither, whether
Bye bye and bye

How lonely how lonely
How lonely am I

A plant pushed
A new leaf
Today-

Love despair
And love
And despair

In the first frost before
Dawn
With the addled mind

Befuddled by last night
Late wine

There

I say there

In the parched
Throat

Grinning for
Eggs poached

There is I say there

In that muffled moment

Of awakening

Lies

(Half choked
Half laughing)

The truth.

Ancient wood
Gone

Sailed to every
Genocidal continent.

Armada splintered
Divinely winded

Only new forest
Squared and rowed
Bridle-pathed and
Signed for city

Fat henry hunted
Stag and wife

New camera click
Surprise the deer
The pony

And I

It is only natural
to use your narrow logic
tick box
and categorise

To hold this freedom
in your mind

Resist resist
this logical temptation

You are not
a number

You are free

Face
Soil
Sun
Gold

Created
Uncreated

Born
Unborn

Free

Cartons

Bottles

And
Happy

Loneliness

Buried her between the root
thighs of an ancient olive.

pressed the oil into blood-
flesh into food.

our picnic finished a
garland laid in lieu of stone.

one thousand years of gnarled trunk
she blisters in the summer haze
the dip-stream running on.

Seagull you can
Soar and dive and
Squawk,
Multi-tasking.

You may squabble in the

Air

Or sit serene on

Water

Or waddle on land

Take food from trash
Or fish the sea.

O seagull how you are

So unlike me

I see you in the morning,
sleep-bagged eyes
ring tired resignation

Snailed backpack
containing all you hold
in frost-nipped dawn.

Your terrible freedom
appeals, appals
in simple ferocity.

Come rest in my cave
on the western cliff
until the globe revolves
to warmer evenings.

A man you are
king of the lousy road.

My heart yearns
for that earnest seeking

Age grew a hat,
Youth wore none,

Sun touched
Madness.

Snow peaked roof
Now rain snow sun

My age
Grew a hat

Shattered the
Glassy
Intellect

And conjoined

Once more

Universal flow

Of rain
+stars
+snow

+the strange
Movement of
Moons

And nebulae

+

God?

Land and women
land and women

Fertile land
fertile women

Stop

Fighting for
land and women
and status
and land
and women
and

Stop

Telling me
to grow up

You grow up