Drink all day

Do not

Be afraid

Of death

Why should not
A  man

Experience

Briney beauty

Of emotional
Release

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

With no place to go
And nothing to do

When knife

Slices

There is

Now

No-one

There

Billion syllables
Spill

Waterfall

This very moment

More than all
History
Complete

Transparent Skeletal
Leaf
Exposed-
Multitude of Angels stitching
Unpicked by unforgiving Sugars

And on the heap a
Multitude of Stars break down-
Release an Ozone of melancholy
Nitrogenous breath

Growth of Aeons

Crawling across the earth
one of many creatures
crawling through the garden

Where is your dominion
termite mounds built high

Too many bonfires!
Too many bonfires!

who is it that dances through
the dawn?

that plays the tambourine
that drinks and loves
and lies abandoned?

it is this I that has no truth
no sense of self, this role
play in a suit, a tie,
hard hat or shorts.

who is it that lives in
sunny clime or winter chill?

it is I, not I
no self there nor there
ever was

not I, the I that rarely
is, a diamond rough,
cut of stuff ineffable.

who is it that sees me now?
why you, mirror of my sigh
and you are you, who you?

Rock in stream
Somewhat eroded
Beneath

Chipped and battered
Mossy and lichened
Rock in stream

But enduring yet

What gives longevity to
those old paintings
emerging from lofts
lost for centuries
survivors of wars

Whose force makes this live whilst
those manifold perish?

From the kaleidoscope
one jewelled fragment
drops and glows

Something happened-

Made your heart

Soft

A flourish of evil
Extruding u der dark.

What transformation
In moonless time.

Past a pity of
potted trees

Mad midmight unfolds
Across the London road

Li po in his prime
reclined
in silken robe
on brocade couch

Surrounded by jasmine
perfumed dancing girls

Singing out verses
immersed in wine

Gentle river yielding
delicate fish.

Compare and contrast
dingy corner of cheapened pub
with a last pint of black stuff
in a faded seaside town.

Sense of a crumbling life
barmaid checks her teeth
in the shining mirror of
a bald pate.

So to pier end
no sense to leap
only cockles and mud
mud and cockles

And the effluent of
one million surplus souls

Midwinter lights
***** holes in gloom.

For a moment
Stars unfreeze.

Cataract lifts-

Unveiled-

Limitless possibility
Glints

Keep
Angular
Geology

Schists

In shards

A sad

But opened

Cave.

Memory

Body melts
Glacial-

Disintegrates
Disgracefully.

Mind spins a
Vortex-

Chaos and order
Kiss beneath
An apple tree,
Bark ancient
As stone-

Weathered face

Sans eye
Sans tooth

And all the
Livelong day

A confusion

When the eye becomes

SUN

The moon flutters

Consent

Important architecture
Of the soul

Forgot it

Only now

These words
Come from
No knowhere

Before unformed

After
Free

(To you
To you only)

This a silly
Unaware
Conduit

What i am

Permanent present
In
Present impermanence

O

With no immediate
Memory
Yet all
Events
Recall in perfect
Clarity

O

Here
Now
And now
Gone

O

Life without
Relation
To
Unrelated

Object

Nor subject
Relates to
None

O

Show

Show

Show these
Gelatinous globes

A glory of colour

Of form

Show

Show

Let them feast
In the face of
Dark
And bathe the
Hole in the sole
With strength

To walk

To walk

To see

Before and
Until

The gifts

Wither.

Unpicked grapes
Upon the vine

Tiny bit of rock
Hung
Unsupported,
Caressed by
Morning star

Small light given free

O how i love the early pre-dawn

And you
Reading
Nothing else

How your reading has
Helped this two year
Bad dream
Pass.

You do not know
How you
Kept this old soul
Alive.

Thank you
And from this
Miraculous sliver
Of moon

Accept the silver spoon of love

Oscillate, particles-
Vibrate, separate-

Cosmic body transcend
Space and time

The small resides
Here/there
All at once

Yet this lumpen flesh

Sits immobile
Leaving my love
All alone.

Stubborn matter-
Spirit made form

Obey the leader
And leap forth

Leap I say
From the net of
Real

To the Romantic
To the Ideal

Missing the warmth
Of woman

Bed half empty
Half dead

Bell peal
Through fog

Wake up
Seek the mountain

I finite space

A scratch of toenail
Startles fever

Never painted you

Did not live that long

But would have
Caught your
Perfection
With his imperfect line.

I would have been jealous
Fool that I am

But hung your nakedness
On the wall forever

So moles are digging
Up the lawn
Creating holes in empty space and earth and dirt

And I with you love am

On a sheepskin rug
In Devon

In a cottage, holed by moles
In Devon,
Mystic land

And I am inside you
And your leg
Your thigh
Is burning
From log fire

Red and blue and white

Moles and woodsmoke
In Devon
In love

And everyone gone
But us two

And Louis Armstrong

What a wonderful world
Over and over the needle
Flows music to our ear-holes

In front of fire
On fire we are
On the rug

Sheepskin tickle
And if I knew
Your thigh was burning
I would have thrown
The young hard body of mine
Onto the fire to save you, love

To save forever this memory
And if I die
No matter

When you, happy
Take me
Inside you.

Life can, perhaps, be
Better

But no imagination
Nor Louis
Nor mole
May persuade me such

And you
And I
Love by

The fireside

Every syllable a shock

reminder of genes
chimpanzeeed in error.

aberration of speech
worm-holing space,

frog-splashing time,

Homer not gone,
****** calls to battle

and the siren song.

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

Caught in
Rusting bucket

Escaped through
A hole in the side

Full moon misted,
Wisped,
Thin cloud
Fragile atmosphere.

Small lump of rock-

Why are we so
Mystified by you?

who has these before
a name became the thing,

before your name
came to my ears

who had a way
with you?

not you
nor neither me
not him nor her
nor it.

before a name fell upon
from mother sky,
mother thigh

who, where off this earth
was I?

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Moon sun

Every day

Crying crying

Moon sun

Every day

Crying crying

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

Slept on Thousand
Year deep moss-

Woke with Spring
In the Steppe

You are the moth
In the fabric
Of my being

Full of holes

I cover
Inadequate
Naked soul

unpromising,
this ****** clay
scooped from the thames.

old, used scoured
****** of old father
thames, river of home,
of shame and escape.

mould me, make this
wet lump pliant,
knead it into man-shape
paint it green, blue or
gold, red white and blue,

not with harsh horse-
hair brush, but soft
with tender finger-tips.

fashion mouth ears eyes
and that piece some
women prize.

breathe life into this
teeming, fleshing thing

mouth to mouth, eve,
make me man with
kind words and passion.

take a rib and press it
to your *****

High mountain

Body
Transparent

Shimmering
Leaf-like

Veined-

Dancin­g thru
Ether-

Windblown ice,

Beyond heat
And cold

Dancing thru
Ethereal
Soul

Tussock
Small
Grass,
Within
Mammalian tremor-

Mouse alive
Without

Vastness of Space

****** of crows caw
And claw memorial at Westcliff prom

The Heroes
Mostly dead or
Dismembered

Whisper why on
Atlantic wind
West and why
Why

Borrowed from sea-

Fog wet-kissing

Moonlight

My poor old chords
Have withered and
Dried

No progression
Of singing

No siring

To cry

Will say the same
Of me and worse.

Cascading evil down
Generations

Tsunami of
Dysfunction.

Let it stop with you
Jack.

Break free.

Sorry.

My tears are full

Of *****

And love.

If I cannot breath

I cannot speak

Snowdrop

Petal

Insignificant

Pretty

Gone

In rain
With the sheep
And the pain

She
Ewe
Lick my face

Wet sheep saliva
Tears and rain

Squatting naked
Green in the rain

Birds

Trees

Names

Mean

Nothing

To

Me

To strip away
Names
Meanings

Words
And leave

Strolling
In woods
Naming trees-

No latin; for
Half-forgotten
Lovers,
Friends,

Nights on the town-

Then spit them out,
Foolish blossoms,
Dessicated leavings.

Seasonal centuries
Curl into
Themselves-

Expire gently
I to a whispered
Breeze