the void
is not void

every direction

spun

hang out the washing!

this springing day

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.

I

When you come to the end time/place
Smash down your house and
Wander abodeless

With no place to go
And nothing to do

Last leaf drifts

Lazy

From favourite tree.

Dry,

Write a poem,

Crumbling.

Poem, poet and
Leaf decompose

Bladder full
Arise
Cursing age

When youth cry

When solitary animal
Slaughtered
In woods not made for man

Apologise for crooked marks
And quest
Unanswerable

Yet still with all
Love in all and
All compassion only

This pathetic
Answer

Still

And

Clear

And

Clear

And

Still

Yes I am
Your king
And yes you
Queen for me

But I care nought
For farm nor
Industry so

Come meet
Before we eat
The apple

Tree naked
And unashamed

You me you

And if

After the moon

Died

It said

This is it

This is sad.

No matter

The moon

Like me

Is a fool

What progress
pilgrim
what bathing wife
what parfit
gentile knichte

What progress
on this lonely path
you chose-
lunacy of free choice

With cynical shield and
fiery sword of faith
walking walking
walking and waiting

(end of the world)

Billions of crystals
Shone in
Streetlamp.

Milky Way
Fallen to
Earth,

In universal implosion
Black scattered to
White

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.

And as soon
As it came-

It went

Drink deep of lethe

And try to forget
that day

When the flower
bit the bee

Hull hand-
Rubbed
Hand polished

Too slick still
For slow barnacle.

Bright brass-
Her bell already
Salvaged (stolen)

Before she clapped
A sound

How long i loved you
Let me down.

How slow the moon
To die.

If only we were dead

Together,

Then how long the moon
Can love

Explain how

Trees

Plants

Civilized man

Timespace illusory

Why so deluded?

2
Time existence flow

Only now!

Only now!

To collect the chips

Of marble

That made David real.

That sacrifice-

Proof-

Matter is consciousness

Manifest

Quadrillion births
Each 24
Revolution of

Earth
Round
Sun.

Teeming life

Death.
Decay.
Teeming life.

And swirling
Trillions of years
Of stars
Of swirling

Boundless time.

Perhaps at last

Get over myself

Little crystal
From on high,
Atmospheric;

Icycling down
To ground and
Fluffing the land,

One yellow crocus
Brave above light
White.

Then to compact
Hard,
Thus to ice
Slipping unsuitable shoes

And slushing,
Dissolving

Feeding drains-

The miracle and metamorphoses of

Water

Scoop up water
From puddled rain

Moon peeps over
Left shoulder-

Reflected-

No drink

Moon and water
Filter through fingers

Leaving only grit

This is the ash
of my life.

It is yours.

Thank you for
your hoovering

You are welcome
to this dust.

This is the ash
this is the ash
of my love.

It is yours
please treat it
gently.

Higgledy piggledy
Hither and yon

Feeding and
Nesting and
Breeding and
Gone

Higgledy piggledy
Hither and yon

Dropping on blanket
And picnic
Undone

Where river ends

Sea begins-

Where sea
Become
Ocean...

All water

Only water

Any word
Simple
Misnomer

Log fire

Love making

Woolskin rug

Loouis Armstrong

Deep Devon

Happy


Once in my life

Gaudy handles
Painted coastal scene

Varnish crackling
Under so many
Sweet little
Sweaty palms

Dainty feet
Dancing at mid point-

And from what deep echo
Emanates
The simple
Skipping rime-

The unborn-
Young girls with
Granny rope and
Long rotted dead
Roped vertically
Together

Too many

The ways

Of this world

The next

Too much

To be known

In one mind

Or seed

To

Be

Sown

And still the
Pagan moon
Refuses worship

Tumbles around
Reflecting light
On every blade of
Grass and even this
Cold heart

Is warmed in
Bitter night

Narcissus nods agreement with
Gentle breeze slipping across
An iced puddle-

Winter and the air feels clean
But is not;
Sun shines bright but is dim

As aeons dictate

4
Above, beyond

Below, undoing

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

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

The caterpillar

Does not worry

Where the buttercly

Goes

Of love

And loss

All is movement

It to be good

But it is is not?

Late rose
That moist rot rot
But beautitiful still.

My old ladies.

Lovely.

Lather me.
Shower and hose
this ***** man

Clean
baptismal would I come to you.

Took a jig-saw to emotion,
boxed, buried in coffin,
frustration locked in
cruel denial.

Earth shudders krakatoan,
darkness and fire combine
water covers land and
smoke obliterates sky-

Swept by salt-water
practiced, alive by de-fault

Are we now to be to be
the mystic melt,
creation or depletion,
to stallion or to geld

The leaf
does you good

Eat it
chew

It feels,good
and helps you
regular

The leaf without
water will
wither

In sun or moonlight
might die

So your little salad,
darling

Eat up
lest we die

Not even able
To die-

Carry on

Small
Footsteps
Track and trace

Trace and track
Small footsteps

Inhale my nostril,
Give/take life
For
From
Me.

Young Adam
Made of self

Of other,

How long
Such generation
Re-makes
A man

You complete,
Deliver these
Pregnant words-

Make many poems
From one.

Diversity,
Jungle
Desert
Ocean
Atmosphere

All spilling from
Simple syllables.

Thank you

If anything is possible

It is

Now now

Now

I do not wish

To disguise

The tears-

They furrowed

Who I am

Cherub face
Crew cut
Outsize home-
Knit jumper

Shiny pate
Snow beard
Paunch

One flash bulb
Fifty years

94
Clever

Dying

Advice.

Sir
Honour
Priviledge

To know you
This short time.

And your wife
91
Taking care

Longer now,
Thickened and
Harder to trim;

Toenails turning to
Horn

Re-turning to animal
With age.

Head surrounded by
Stars;
Containing their rocks
And revolutions,

But feet merging with
Mud,
Cracked skin in
Moist balm,
Rooting.

This, then,
Age advancing;
Goodbye to love,
To youth and
Longing.

Stars and clay,

Destination

And all around
The elderly,

Sleeping

Cherry flower



Falls-

Leaves
Grieve and
Grow

Somehow

What we did
You do not deserve

Let this be tinder
To fire

Young imagination

Throw me on the fire
And fuel your future