Nary a rime
On the grass-

Barely a ****
In the trees

Hotter and
Wetter
Each passing
Winter-

When will this
Be Mars?

These words

Gone

Wisp of smoke

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

How accents
And landscapes
Merge and change

20  miles
And incomprehensible

New pond

Frog leap

Spawn

Sun and moon
Equally shine-

Bald head
Reflects

Dimmest light

Out beyond the end
Of verse

Of nothing
Babbling, scribbling
Child of
No thought.

Within complete freedom
I offer this poor
Song to no-one in
Particular

With great
Love and compassion
For all the sufferings
Of the night

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

Pulled from earth,
clothed,
unable to connect.

vicious people

waiting

slimy silken cord
of family
finally sliced away.

has it really
come to this?

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

A grotesquerie of time
Sculpted faces
Litter the landscape.

Classical columns stand
Jagged and broken or lie
Forlorn.

A soft oriental anxiety
Hangs in clouds over yhe scene,

And all the waves of
History fall.

The shift proceeds-
A drunken monk
Misdeliberates his
Kung Fu.

All is change
All balance is wobble-
The sun sets-uncaring

Awakening
New dawn

And all
Pretentions

Drop away

O these
Cherry blossom
Words

Flutter from
The page

As shall I

Unthumbed by new
Generation
Language

Algorthymic

So hot
The amber melted.

Six stick thin legs
Intact

Gossamer wings
Four
Glowing

Abdomen head
Antennae all
Alive

I flight check

Mate

And die.

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

Self-choking

So hard to swallow

On pigeon toes
sent back the
little money
borrowed to
survive the day.

Spikes on Jesus' head
Rio

Just wrong.

Suffer the little birdies
to **** all over me.

Out of a silly solar
System

How far to to go?

Out of a silly
Brain pan

How lovely
To know?

Follow twig runes

To the unbuilt nest

On the pipe
Perched as if

Grvity
The world

Joked

Magpie
Piebald

Spoke to crow
No grow
Go,

My waste pipe dream
Warm dawn air
Stench of violets
And spring.

You and I
Magpie

Brave in the dawn.

I want to hear a poem
Before deafness

To look upon a painting
Before blindness
Fills these eyes

I want to toucha woman
Once more

To bloom and seed

Before the withering

The inconvenience
Of death
Is suddenness.

Sun rose late

Mid-winter

Yet rose she did
And bloom into breath

Once again
Did we

The feel
In a sac

Just a cut

Not to me
I you

But to the balloon
And

Free

Old lion
Mangy mane,
Draped over thorny bough,
Eyelids flipping flies.

Esses bring down
Some poor horned
Soul.

Down climb and
Belly growl,
Take tender parts.

Too idle to branch,
Sleep on sandy floor
In lovely shade.

When did this beard grow
Old?

So silvery white,
Tousled and tangled.

A young boy plays
Behind it

Tumbling forward
And back,

Jolly Jack Tar
Frolicked by sea

When you look away
Your eye
Whiplash.

When you open
Your gaze
Lash goes to my soul.

How, so cruel,
So balming both

The covering of
Your magnificent
Eyes

London grey.
leaden sky
molten river

foggy building
termite works
big city

lights dim in
neon struggle
from the moon

ink splodge
some nightmare
psyche gone awry

I slept
deep into the rock
of Wales

dead I was to
thought-
to walkers by who

sent prayers skywards
for my aching soul-
for he is dead

but I slept on-
knew not of
mourning love
nor fear

oh on slept I
deep down into
Welsh granite
hard slept I

for he is dead and gone

How wonderful
When this language

Comes together,
Falls apart.

Happy coincidence
Of breaking walls

Of stone dissolving
With breath

Dimpled space
Quotation marked until

Knowledge-
Language
Run out.

Trackless wandering
Star to star

Fool you to
Love I

I fool to love
You too

Goodbye
Hello

Two minute passion

Hello
Goodbye

Fickle lover

Only wrong
Folly
You
I

Not goodbye
Not hello

Only two
Are one

Tickle tickle
Tickle

My mind
which was taken
out and pummelled
with sticks, stones
and broken bones,

Is back in this sorry
body

So fat so teddy
bearsd lovable
and cuddly so
fat laughing buddha

Once again and
full of
gratitude to

You

Yes

You

On dawn beach
collecting shells

The smell ridden
midden stretching
millenia

How we have lived
how we have moved
no dawn beach
untouched
no homely shell unmoved

Small tree

I open door

Burst of feathers

Took no vow

But poor for
A whole life

Took no vow
But slept

Alone

Took no vow but
Ate nothing good

Took no viw but
Obeyed.

I renounce all the
Vows
I never took


And vow to live long
And expansive
And happy

Take these poor words

And make them
Yours.

That gives me light-

A little longer
Life

Pow zoom
Ah weeee
Yeah

Big tree
got logged

Slicing the rings

Memories of
lifetimes

I want so much
To please with
These little lies

To soak you
Bubble-bathed
In friendly note

I want so much
To teach you
When to cry

This shower
Your loveliness
Barbs my skin

My sad, little
Oh so soul

Explain how

Trees

Plants

Civilized man

Where he walks
Flowers bloom-

Beyond the Ox,
Trod in splat

Each seed and tree
Throws colour on

Universal Blank.


O blanket of Stars
Eternity beckons,

Your sparking Eyes
Shine

Sleeping little girl
face of never been kissed

Waking sleepy eyes cloudy
with dew lips stretching
to smile

Rutting face flushed
contorted pleasure
good big bad girl

Morning face open as sun

Working face furrowed
in concentration

Evening face made to
melt in painted splendour

Myriad facets of one
beloved face haloed
by tumbling hair
and massing gravitational
pull on one helpless man

Hair flung heedless
Chest to pillow

I rise
Cautious to her
Breathing.

At this late stage
May I once more
Dare to dream

Of being?

Hull hand-
Rubbed
Hand polished

Too slick still
For slow barnacle.

Bright brass-
Her bell already
Salvaged (stolen)

Before she clapped
A sound

Should you throw
yourself upon

The mercy of the world

Beware the hoof
that tramples.

If your heart be pure
compassion perhaps

Some angel will
flap flap

Lift you above the
onrushing herd

Don't look at me
Accusatory

I loved to you
Knew once

And yet sent
This saggy ***
Away!

Still do love for you i

Under water
Poetic straw
Breathing

Fish walking
Grow feline eyes-
Bear claws

All because the sun is hot

Feeding on ancestors

Peering through azure smog
backlit by brittle sun
in this hard city
where survival is
only one option.

Born **** naked and crying,
when will this end?

Hit on the head
so many times, perhaps
it is beginning to show.

Your look so silent and wistful
chilled me to the marrow.

And so, leaving the faultline behind
I go scrawling words on cave walls
with absolute integrity.

The best is what I
Forgot.

So forgotten the
Beautiful words
Drunk down and uttered
In foolish sleep.

The best already forgot
The mad old man
Of love and giving

His teeth old bald
Man ripped word from
Your white bodice
Must now
(Please god, please girl)

Be forgiven

From somewhere
elegant string
plucked vibrates
gentle waves on
perfumed air

moon full-beam
reflects its burning star.

let me unclasp your gown.
let me unclasp your soul.