From single cell
Floating

To diversity

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

Reverse evolution
From multi-form to

Simpleton

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

Beach scrape
Yellow edges

Some turtles
Eaten yolk

Some beached
Some salt consumed

Some swim forever

I have two acorns
in my hands

Just waiting for the mighty oak

Breath of leaf

Still wind

Along the river bank
something stirs.

Tree spirits wisp
and sway,

Transparent in ghostly garb

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.

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

Child
*****
Fool and
Wise

Hello poets

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

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

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

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

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

Anchored tight

Anchorite

Walled in a cell

With
Windows

To the the
Loving
Livelong
World

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

Speared by humiliation

Burst bubble
ego de-ballooned

From desolation row
give out the
phoenix call and fly

Flapping through the flames

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

Lachrymose old man
touches fingers
through the pane with

Young boy, arm around
his dinky dog

Counting carriages
on the click-clacking
train

Perhaps a damp sponge
Will wipe night terrors-

Expunge trace of Moon
To slip beneath Sun

Erasing memory, making
Flat a sorry curvature

Of this rough-edged,
Rotating ball.

Trading a violence of
Sapiens

For the calm of
Shimmering Dawn

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

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

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

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

Fell in

Laughing

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.

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

Origin of life-

Tidal hole
Pulled by moon
Fed by sun

Collector of
Infinite grains from
Unimaged space

This life too lazy
For fame and gain

Beneath thatch both
Legs stretch

Mind idling I take
My ease

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

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

Mangy old dog
I was.

So much
suffering in
the world.

Mangy dog
mangy dog
needs love too
needs love too

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

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.

I will not search
some spider web for you,
watch you sticky caught
in unprivate worlds.

No need for such invasive ploy,
I see you naked in your soul.

Your essence nostrils pervade
intimate flavour residing
on my tongue

I slept
In a womans womb-

Good place
To sleep

Four chambers
four accidents
broken pump

Careful now

Five may prove fatal

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?

How accents
And landscapes
Merge and change

20  miles
And incomprehensible

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

Pulled from earth,
clothed,
unable to connect.

vicious people

waiting

slimy silken cord
of family
finally sliced away.

has it really
come to this?

Nary a rime
On the grass-

Barely a ****
In the trees

Hotter and
Wetter
Each passing
Winter-

When will this
Be Mars?

O these
Cherry blossom
Words

Flutter from
The page

As shall I

Unthumbed by new
Generation
Language

Algorthymic

New pond

Frog leap

Spawn

Sun and moon
Equally shine-

Bald head
Reflects

Dimmest light

Out beyond the end
Of verse

Death

Release

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

Word

Gone

Image

Gone

Dark gone

Illumination

Gone

All gone

Go on...

Beyond Sky
The Atmosphere glows
Million souls snake to view

Queen

From Space
Great China Wall
Dragon stone piled long

Soft flesh of England
Mourning

From deepest
Hibernation
Rise

Phantomic
Images-

A street of
Ceaseless hum

A poesy of
Fallen petals-

This is work
Beyond words

Where silence
Snows

And everlasting
Freedom

Roams,
Bandaged and
Balmed against
The light that
Blisters
And fails.

Even so,
Love seems real

River one gulp
Sea one gulp
Ocean one gulp
Universe one gulp

Self-choking

So hard to swallow