Yet shadow
Folds

Slithers on wall
And gutter

Supple

Lithe

Under telling
Streetlight

Sat on grass
beneath canopy
leaf

under body
seedling grows

fifty year
immobile
tree grows high

wide

sitting seeing far
with tree high eye

From single cell
Floating

To diversity

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

Reverse evolution
From multi-form to

Simpleton

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

Clinging to flotsam
(or is it jetsam)
and watching the
ship of foolish dreams
slide slowly in the west

A sudden burst of sun
throws a missed
reflection against
the hull and
leaves me breathless.

The beauty of continual
defeat lies in floating

All hope gone

Pruned and pickled in brine.

Waving at white sails
in the morning

Flapping wind adds
sound to the swell
and the potent,
pungent smell of
layered diesel,
rainbowed over salt

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

Told you a poem

Elastic relaxed

Thousand year word

You scold me

Warm and
Breathing

How can the sun
be silent in
univocal space

An harmony of
spheres with
ceremonial grace

And one bizarre
small planet
humming at great speed

Full filled with creeping
crawling things
disseminating seed

Imagine

Origami Swan.


Unfold and
Press-


Hey Presto,
A Blank page or

A poem from
Your man

Vow fulfilled

So fat

Barely able

To access

The restaurant

and I am deaf too,
and too dumb to speak
kind, loud and slow
to your yearning ear.

and also too blind,
with distance unsighted,
this burgeoning love
too readily blighted

no language too pure for
your precious flower
no sentence to capture
our rapturous hour

dissonant rhyming
and unstructured versing
metaphoric tussle
empathetic cursing

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?

This deep night
Dis-lo-cation
Sends tattoos

Dropping on the pane.

Only the Lonely
Discern a rhythm

Only the disconcerted
See full moon
Seep light through

Ocean-full cloud
One eye brimful

One dry as prickle

Beach scrape
Yellow edges

Some turtles
Eaten yolk

Some beached
Some salt consumed

Some swim forever

Up high monkey twist
Ripe coconut to drop
By his man.

But soon some robot hand
Will pluck husk tap bottle
Scrape out meat and pull coir
Into matted sheets in one
Smooth move.

But, monkey, I shall
Still watch fascinated as
You pick and choose at the
End of your long leash

And make a nutty living for man
And monkey beast

Forty day fasting
saw the bear

One true totem
country man
sitting dark winter away

Free to roam
wildly grasping
leaping salmon

In rapids
wet and wild
freely eating

Totem salmon
offering freely
to feed

If you have
contemplated
suicide

You are a good person.

If not
a fool.

The world is mad
not you.

Stick around

This too will pass

The deeper you feel
the higher you fly.

Meet me here
in the muddled middle

Breath of leaf

Still wind

Along the river bank
something stirs.

Tree spirits wisp
and sway,

Transparent in ghostly garb

When fat fruit
Wants to fall
You cannot stop it.

Spread a wide ****
And sit on the grass,

Settling with a blanket
Across the knees.

One falls on the head,
One drops on the foot

Yet here we sit
With a blanket-full
Of fruit.

I have two acorns
in my hands

Just waiting for the mighty oak

Walking,
talking words into being

Never noticed the stone
up ahead.

Stubby toes, let
rock remind,

Look around, watch
where you go.

Stood on one leg
clutching clubbed foot.

Old stone on the road,
thank you.

From this stripped down
Verse

Come all these
Wild
Untamed
Munificent flowerings.

Thus it is my love,
With patience
Of a gardener

Dost our love
Fecund
Become

And bloom

Child
*****
Fool and
Wise

Hello poets

kissed every shrine
violated vestals
we were everywhere
venerated.

went to the government office

to the rich man

every time
horse *******
on my shoulder.

out of control
galaxies spinning
light sound
no centre

this cannot hold
why here in the middle
of nowhere?

those elegant people
sipping vicious cocktails

warm brandy lifted
capilleries.

I spat on the righteous

Before the bang began
this teeming round of
doing, non-doing

Was quiet and calm
the eternal mind.

Begun before the calm
cooled down seared
heat white light

Ineffable rounds
of critical mass
formed-reformed

Abandoned

And left to grow

The best poets explore

Pulling sled-loads
Of knowledge and
Eating it all
To survive

Leaving only a
Single brown mark
At the southern pole
Of language-

In infinite white

Disappearing

Lachrymose old man
touches fingers
through the pane with

Young boy, arm around
his dinky dog

Counting carriages
on the click-clacking
train

Mangy old dog
I was.

So much
suffering in
the world.

Mangy dog
mangy dog
needs love too
needs love too

When you walk
do your peach halves
smooth together moistly?

You are a beautiful girl
but you don't walk too well,
tripping over men
time and time and time again,
and when you stumbled over me
and when you came agin
again

Was it not just
the joy of a peach
returned to sun?

And I will hold you in
this fractured heart
until the stars,
tired of light,
fizzle and scatter
ash to time and space
eternal

Origin of life-

Tidal hole
Pulled by moon
Fed by sun

Collector of
Infinite grains from
Unimaged space

Now is the hour
Of Hibernation


Rest grey muzzle soft
Into rotting bole

Living on belly-fat
Of Summer

Snorting Sleep

The point of fire
On the promontory

Burning mist

A glimmer

Sign

To ship
Unmasted,
Rudderless

Look
Though ye may not see

Rock
Beneath-

Sans food
Water
Air

This ship of fools

Beware

I am in love with you
poets

Yes I am

It is the language
that flows
through your veins
to my brains-

And I fired an arrow-
unaimed

Straight to our
hearts

Word

Gone

Image

Gone

Dark gone

Illumination

Gone

All gone

Go on...

Small leaf-

Still moist-

Resting in
My palm

Death

Release

The happy chance
of love

My sweet girl
arm in arm
walking southern bank
thames turgid under sun

Reading a sonnet
on the stage of the globe

Your ring
diamond glittering
in the circle

Whispering tenderness
In westminster abbey
and watching the stone
masoned to hold
long dead poets

magpie black, white
etched on blue grey steel
sky

tree bare,
buds in relief

over sloping roof.

now magpies,
fluttering to rest,
white and black,
mate.

never believed in
perspective,
history nor
evolution,

the game of birds
coupling,
pigeon dances
I had seen, yet
still
without belief.

on my man-couch,
reclining,

western cave in
the east,
facing south-

am I at last so
wrong? about
everything?

tomorrow I burst
like the bud

then we shall see
order or
chaos.

will this doubt become
flower
fruit
or leaf?

Speared by humiliation

Burst bubble
ego de-ballooned

From desolation row
give out the
phoenix call and fly

Flapping through the flames

Fell in

Laughing

Cyril

Mind clear and
Almost singing.

But years weigh
Like gravity upon
The body.

This is it, then.
The end.

Unable to rise
From your throne-

Look death in the face
And say

Thank you for my life.

I shall not fashion

Molten steel to

Fix lone phrase

In seabed.

Though made of
Solid sod

An airy humus
Spirals

On thermals

To kiss

An orange

Sun

Life not a precedent

Long filaments
Fungiglide for years

For miles

Among leaf-
Littered remains.

Your dead father
(His love for you
Was not pure)

Unfurls
Phantasmogoric
In red orange
Gold

Singing formulae

Mushroomed
Sporing

Claiming the
Cosmos

Saying
Nothing

Clouding the
Old horizon
Of pernicious
And incurable



Hope.



Rot well
Daddy

Rot well
And return

Not.

Sheep do not Scratch
The Tup,
Painful Birth,
Brief Spring of Frolic
In Lush Grass,
Nor butchers Knife.

Precious Poets,
We Bleat and Baah
Our Small Woes,
Big Loves,
Insights and Dust.

Such small Season
And Gone Gone Gone

Unique tribal and
undulating forms

Even reverie has limit

Better yet a borrowed phrase

Force flows within
purple wilting flower

Torrential abuse
Fish battered overfried

Such power obliterates
the past

Explosive reaction
chemicalised

These words

Gone

Wisp of smoke

Of the master mason

Knowing the dead

Hewing head stone

From our crust.

Master mason
knowledge of lives
won and lost and one.

The grave yard serious
of misery and suffering-
alongside the happy chance
of love

Repitition of
Prayer
Is only
Repitition
But repeating words
Is learning

Not to love
No
Not to care
Unsure

But to love
And be part of
Everywhere
To be the unique
Element in every term
And every chromosome

Not to love you,
Dear,
To be you
I am

And how to escape
From that?