Sour cloud

One drop

Rain

Window

Surely a sludge
Of knowledge
Lodged
Somewhere

In remnant brain

If not

The wall-stare
Did better
Than even
Master knew

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

Hugging wolf

We made you

Us.

Mother of twins,
Brother
Son,

Us.

Suckle me now

And walk

Beside

Forever

Bladder full
Arise
Cursing age

1
London road lights
Blind intensity
And the loved oblivion

Of starless
Blackness is
Lost-

Lost souls
Seek succour
In neon

And the only
Sun
Lies sullen
And disengaged-

Moon too
Disinclined to
Shine

On the
Unbelieving.

The need for love
(What that may
Be)
Unremitting-

Lightness and
Absence
Unsure-

Heart flutters
Questing for pace-

Centenerian haul of long
Long

Overdue
Survival

2
Not one iota
Of support
From birth to
Gray day-

How does the impulse
Live on?

The wondrous joy
Of being
Of creating

With the great impediment
Of family
Friend
Discouragement.

If I look east
I Walk west

Down
Up
And
Around
All
Is

Perfect
Especially

Failure

Gazing into

Jaws of hell
And laughing

Laughing

Laughing

1
Traveller

The Traveller Travelleth
Becauth he hath no home

2
Who

Name: Date of Birth:

The first two Hooks
Into innocent Flesh.

If, instead

Unborn

Only Hanging by a tightening Cord
From Womb

Poet forms Itself
Through new
Invented Name
New Birth Rite

30 years of Solitude

And a borrowed Fedora

Under water
Poetic straw
Breathing

1
The spin of
Light and dark
Will stop

And following-

An overflow of
Red love or

The blank stare

Of nothingness

2

One day i held you

It is enough

3
Never and again
Will darkness spill
Over the edge of
A bowl
Shimmered into
Light,
Vibration of the miniscule
Energising the mighty

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.

It is four in the morning.
Bourbon is beautiful
In the right glass.

No matter how many
Times you leave it is
Never enough.

Always one more to run from.

There are none left to go to.

It is four in the morning.
The past has gone.

I am writing this
Right now.

I am writing this from
The void of current life.

This too shall pass.

This art. And it can fail.

These words

Gone

Wisp of smoke

How free?

Trace flight

Track toes-


Quill scratch

Feather cap

Gilt cage

Wing flap

Beak chirp

Egg nest

Chick gape

Dawn lust

How free

Can bird

Or bee?

Squabble
Cackle
Seagulls

All morning.

Only a plethora
Of cockles.

How like us
They are

Fighting over
Plenty

Turned in the morning

Surrounded by book
And bottle

All subtly drowned
In the love
Of learning.

Li Po and Beckett
Solemnly cover my
Leanings

Do not meddle
In the middle of
The muddle
In the east

Blinking

Butterfly

So brief

I refuse to worry
Mercurial one

Your accidents are
Planned to the
Finest detail

Scorched by
Moonshine
You flutter
And float
About lake and
Mountain

A wilderness of
Spirit urges
You down

And yet up you
Bob
A float

Fish bring
Hooks
To your feet
In homage

After the ******

Father

After you killed me-

Your little boy-

I say goodbye-

Father-

Long after

You died



Goodbye

The History stills
And settles-

Silt below an
Ancient Pond-

Succour for Reeds

Awaiting the Splash

Of Frog

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?

And the not
Dead yet
Talk to me.

They speak
About
Living
And the
Long
Dead.

Where am I?

Retrace the flight

Of a wild
White goose

From landing place

To lonely source

Air air plant
Roots *******
Only air.

Across seas
Draped upon trees
Taken by breeze

Rootless rootless plant
Reproducing
On air in air
Rootless tree
Envied by even
Dry tumbleweed

You think air is air

You fool

Water is everywhere

50 trillion miles away
greetings
to the pixillated blue spot
hurtling round
with assorted rocks
a nondescript star
in a tiny galaxy
on the far side
of oblivion

Calculus shows
the dot may harbour
civilized life

We laughed and laughed
comedic machine and I

Then wondered if you
like us
do battle with your
mind waves

Of elegant languor
with a tint of sepia
melancholy

The romance of
vague longing
and nostalgic bloom
a fading chrysanthemum
perhaps

Taking the promenade
panama hat and shades
suit sewn by hand and
long corporate umbrella

Macintosh and overcoat
by turns repel the
damp and cold

Cognac by the fire
and wistful glances with
widows in the hotel bar

Strolling on with
meaningless purpose
toward Edwardian
disaster

Merest hum

Particle-

Uni-multi
Versicle

All one
All one
All one.........

Do not want
You in
Virtual reality

No breath on
My neck

Your flesh
Vibrates alive

Unrepresentable

Some mountains pretend
They are unmoving

Their subtle lie
Pretends to permanence.

We are apart
For some reason
I cannot fathom

But trust
The chi

Living curled
In the bole
Hole of a mighty
English oak

Jolly jack tar
Dreams of his
Wooden ship sailed
Braving gales

On strange
Southern seas,

Of pet albatross

And the urge to
Float as he please
In unending ease

Trust current and swell
Of seven known seas

And land of fruit
And flower

Of bold girls under
Waterfalls and a
Parrot and an
Eye-patch and unlimited
Gold dubloons,

And when he unfurls
Cramped frame and
Sticks his head
Outside

Still the rains fall

Old carp
frozen pond

Frog jumps in
splat

Old pond
fish-eye up
frog
splash

Mirror carp
mirror pond
frog splash
ah

Mud slop
lotus up
frog jump
plop

Carp mouth
surface pop
startled frog
jumps

Mirror top

Plop
other side
(Under side)

Dimpled space
Quotation marked until

Knowledge-
Language
Run out.

Trackless wandering
Star to star

Word

Gone

Image

Gone

Dark gone

Illumination

Gone

All gone

Go on...

All I know of love
Is in this dot

            .

All I know of creation
Is in this dot

            .

All I

            .

Small leaf-

Still moist-

Resting in
My palm

In the world cannot erase
the tedium of an english
seaside suburb where
old colonials retire

Cricket and warm beer
the elongated death of
the english gentleman

John Arlott describes
scattring pigeons as the
ball rolls idly by

A gentle ****** of teacups
(bone china) and
Betjeman on the wireless
1,000 years of Malmesbury town

After the third
Solar system

I began to wonder
If a one-way ticket
Was wise.

You see one star
Close
You see them all-

Set foot on distant
Planets

And not a hot girl
In sight.

"Computer, turn around"

Does not compute is the
Reply.

And so
On we go

To infinity

Am I not allowed
To love
Once more?

Am I not allowed to feel
Remonstrance strong?

Yes love knows
No bounds and with my love
I honour thee

J

Anchored tight

Anchorite

Walled in a cell

With
Windows

To the the
Loving
Livelong
World

It is a long hard road
my ancient brother

I see you packing your back
with what you may need

Or not.

The long hard journey lies before you

It is a long hard hard road
my ancient brother
would that I could
walk it with you

And when I die


Goodnight

And as soon
As it came-

It went

And all
Those microbes
That make and
Form and shake
This little body
Will also

Consume

And I saw the

Crack

In the Uni-verse

And I stepped thru

And saw

And all I wanted was a kiss
Vast emptiness
nothing

Empty empty space
and all I wanted

Was you here

Screamed

In Berkley Square