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

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

Shattered the
Glassy
Intellect

And conjoined

Once more

Universal flow

Of rain
+stars
+snow

+the strange
Movement of
Moons

And nebulae

+

God?

No movement-

Still

In a building;
Head shrinking,

Wrinkles out-
Lining

Small perspective.

Expansive dream of
Yesteryear

Distilled in a single

Tear

soft yearnings and
brooding mistakes.

drop that sack of coal
and burn it in
the warm hearth
of your new home

This is where it ends
Goodbye.

This in new beginning

We ran like silly girls
Us children
You and I

Silly not I not girls
Nor boys

Just silly spirits
Singing
In the dawn.

It is time you say
"I love you",
Beyond time I told you so.

This landscape we painted,
Created, new

The only thing
Made in 14 billion years...

Our uniqueness blinking
A long ago star

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

And then one day
You are old

Glimpse a shop window
And confirm.

And suddenly you are old
With shopping bags and
Taxi driver carrying
To your door.

Bottles and ready meals
The bath too hard,
Work boots unused from the
Cobbler

And suddenly you are old
And yet not old enoght

To die.

Dandelions!
Dandelions!

Thistles!
Thistles!

Everywhere!

Happy boy!
Happy boy!

What the monks built

All ruined

All ruins

And monks gone
As monks should
Be

Gone.

Enlightened ones
In the middle
Lands

No commerce

Nor fools may prosper

The monks the monks

Still here in the lands

Still there in the landscape of dawn

Oscillate, particles-
Vibrate, separate-

Cosmic body transcend
Space and time

The small resides
Here/there
All at once

Yet this lumpen flesh

Sits immobile
Leaving my love
All alone.

Stubborn matter-
Spirit made form

Obey the leader
And leap forth

Leap I say
From the net of
Real

To the Romantic
To the Ideal

We came
Out of africa

Now we are
Coming out
Of earth.

It is what
We do-

Migrate

We are the rodents
Of evolution

Eating herbiage to
Incubate machines

T. Rex
Admire this
Handiwork

Soon no flesh
Shall be torn

No shattered souls
Nor hearts of
Young girls

(Young girls I
Repent and
Weep for you)

Revolving digits shall
Overtake

The unopposable
Thumb

Never painted you

Did not live that long

But would have
Caught your
Perfection
With his imperfect line.

I would have been jealous
Fool that I am

But hung your nakedness
On the wall forever

Poppy remembers
Grandpas old coat
And the silk
Cravat and the
Pen that defines
Without shame
The lover of beauty

Dawn sweepers out
clearing the
detritus of darkness

Chaos and disorder of
night giving way, reluctant,
to pretence at industry

Wantonness abandoned
until the black silk sheet
renders revellers invisible.

O passions
you are
what you are

Logos and light
you may merge

And crave the gloaming

How we plunder the young
For our wars
We old bald men

Frantic for a comb

In any event
The mind goes
Telescopic

Time has me by the throat

And

Squeezing

The plunge into silence

Only a gong-

Gentle reminder
Of world beyond-

Of sound

Big ego on
small blue dot
in lost space.

Infinity undone
no finish no
perfect end.

This flag unfurled
no wind no
eye no mind
to see
movement
desire
undone.

Lust run down
and flagging
furled folded
and gone.

Mind set free
unfettered
infinite innocence.

1
Small boy
One by one

Emptying the beach

2
Overarm,
Bowling
Pebbles
At the sea

Tried to write
Wordless Poem

Perhaps succeeded

But could not share
So

What is the Use?

The Rothko room
One door no window
Benches and
Gradations of color

After two hours
Mildly depressed
And marvelling

Lord
Let me be rich
Enough to kiss
One Rothko

Orange

Rock in stream
Somewhat eroded
Beneath

Chipped and battered
Mossy and lichened
Rock in stream

But enduring yet

Lives on in
The mind of scholars

Kissing life into
Fragile phrases

Transparent as
October leaves

Needle a *****
in atmosphere and
allow spirit escape.

Flood shared space
with something like love.

Burst the bubble and
go, earthlings,
dandelion seed on
cosmic winds,
go fertilize the planets.

This the freedom of generation

Mud skipping fish
blowing lung

Tentative reach beyond
self and the
oceanic goodness
of being

Out of flanders mud
He crawled

Dulce et decorum est

Over southend pier i trudged

Pro patria mori

Spikes fix above the
Dance shop
Pink

With frills tutus and
Little girls shepherded
By disappointed mums.

North-west
A dark flock massed
Swooping at dusk

Coating the pink in white
Black-spotted
Guano.

Birds.

If they connect
Those tiny
Brains...

Batcherlered
yes I miss you

But it goes to the brain

And here it goes

Breathing sgain

Top hat
Tails

Military men

Have that
Bearing

Scarlet waistcoat

Long hours
On parade

London hotel doorman

You think air is air

You fool

Water is everywhere

They spring up red
poppies from the dead,
flowered manhood
lost.

gas, gas boys quick
an ecstacy of fumbling
for gas mask boys
not clumsy bra.

till I knew I must die
never guessed I was
Born.

Cradle to grave, iron
ricebowl, half-life
of ease.

these poppies shall bloom
from my flesh too
(too soon, all too soon),
milky white ooze
of *****.

dishonour boys, or death,
how to choose
when too much choice
is ours.

too much boys, too much
luck,

we missed our war boys,
thank whatever gods
you may remember,
and gather your

honour boys, cup it in
both hands
and honour the warriors
who made us
these lands

Stood on a pole
forty years

Up down all directions
and no idea which
way is home

Hurt
Ling
Into
Final
Quartile
Life

Refuse to allow time
Last word

Because space is all
Around
And time is wrong

A little help
Please
Poets and we shall
Turn time
Around and upside down

Physics
On our side

And God is free

Because time is wrong

And this
Little
Poet
Refuses
To die

Twin turtles
propelling gently
through warm oceans

Flipping belly to belly
no need of oxygen

Growing plump and huge
tomatoes on sea beds

Some days
anything is possible

How to hold this rage,
To keep belly-fire
Burning

In righteous anger

As manifold wrongs
Surround.

How to keep this rage
When love balm
Overflows
To calm the furnace

And all the while
unseen energies
were unpicking
and stitching as
the fabric of
existence fell in
strands upon the street
or
simultaneously
pulled silken threads
together-

My rags are beautiful

Possessions smell

Confused as ever
welcoming life
just as it comes

Sat on grass
beneath canopy
leaf

under body
seedling grows

fifty year
immobile
tree grows high

wide

sitting seeing far
with tree high eye

Yet shadow
Folds

Slithers on wall
And gutter

Supple

Lithe

Under telling
Streetlight

Yes you
you know who you are

Would you kindly return
the bleeding heart
(is it bleeding yet?)
you ripped so tenderly
from the gaping
chasm between
protuberant man-*******.

And perhaps
(should you be so kind)
under another cover
also post
the rib you broke
removing it.

Send it express,
the weight of life
support expels all
the air from my
spirit.

Fear of caul
Fear of cord slimed
Round throat the
Screaming entry.

Two things only to avoid

Called from unseeded egg

No no not that,
Protect me.

To no avail

Failure the first,
Birth.

Today death stalks
Every breath
Beat and sense

Failure the second
No not yet
But...

Wheel rolls on

So fat

Barely able

To access

The restaurant

And lovely glaze
Upon your eyelash.

How to discriminate
Crystals

And love the **** of autumn?

Cannot

And all to be done is
Worship

The aesthetics of woman

From afar

Moon keeps moving

Why not stay still?

Aha

Moving

Movement

Life

Beneath the thatch
Cozy
Relaxed

Legs stretch out

The gap between
Fire dance
And log

Told you a poem

Elastic relaxed

Thousand year word

You scold me

Warm and
Breathing

And all I wanted was a kiss
Vast emptiness
nothing

Empty empty space
and all I wanted

Was you here

Here,
at the diaphanous
borderline
between self
and other,

Ego wanders
and wonders

How the fates
and furies
battle out
destinies.

Is it ours
to be one,
conjoined
in time,
or it it yet
a cruel twist?

And even if,
accepting this result
or that

How much or
little
are we master,
mistress of our fate?

Why should not
A  man

Experience

Briney beauty

Of emotional
Release

From single cell
Floating

To diversity

Wild rice to
100 varieties
This mono-culture
Anti-nature

Reverse evolution
From multi-form to

Simpleton