Explain how

Trees

Plants

Civilized man

get old

get sick


and die


it's normal

trod lightly to avoid
disturbing leaves fallen
and feeding filamental roots
of fungus.

these puffing spores,
teasing the nose to sneeze
a spawning mushroom love.

wherewithal to breed,
hypothecary of suspension
neither dead nor alive, hung
in the balance, forests outweighed.

you soaked my love in your hand
kerchief, adjusted outdoor lipstick
in the mirror forever ready in the sacred
pouch of bag.

you like to love in the woods, on the beach,
in that castle and on the bus
carrying us from Paris.

thrilling the thought of capture,
a sudden lens, natural rapture,
fecundity of trees spilling carefree nuts,

of hairy bee legs moving the future,
whole species in a shuddering buzz.
hairs in my nasal passage protrude,

never have money, the
necromancer said, reading this face,
portraiture of fortune.

but in this new forest
on bedded lichen and moss
scratching and soothing, intermittent
I saw you, naked as morning joy.

Sinking into
The aesthetic

Blow bubbles
Of Honey

Almost too sweet
For a bumbling
Bee

Needles of Yew

Lay a soft bed
Of years
Over a grave-

Green to Brown
To Yellow- a pleasing transition

Echoing

The change
Underground

baby eyes
all the time

every landscape
any face

mirror skies
baby eyes

everything
is new

Grey white
Gulls

Red chimney
Stack

Every year

Ark Ark

In dank imprisoned mind,
cellared,
thrown against a wall
by guttering candle,
huge monstrous thing
clawing at the stone.

On palmy beach, timorous,
hiding in sand, stored
Under feet in noonday heat.

Drinking wine with
the moon,
the three of us
flaggoned,
aliened underneath arches,
faintly there, drinking
out time away,
girding our *****.

Merged with She,
sheet crumpled, replete
with lust.

In every space, nook, cranny,
in qiuet contemplation,
thought myself alone,

But you have never left me,
capricious, morphing,
paranoic delightful
shadow of mine.

The new hat sports a white plume

The Carolean coat is lace ruffed

The face is rouged and moustachioed

The breeches swell pleated
Around the thigh to
Highlight silken stockinged calf

The shoes remain, unfortunately, buckled
But the silver matches the sword,
The hilt is bejewelled

And the horse, Stallion
Large white (grey)
Magnificent.

The ugly Puritans,
Locked in round helmets,
Noses pelmeted
Literature expunged

Flee

Even old
Dead
Moon
Got a
Satellite.

Here I spin
And roll

Alone

Fitful Sleep
Dreams Flit

In and Out-

If Dreams were Real-

How could We Tell?

Emptying night soil
From the bucket

Evoking memory of Romantic
Dinner 'neath sparkling
Chandelier.

How intertwined we are
Prison, Hotel
Body, Soul

Lovers soil and sparkle
Together

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Slight bulging of scales,
Ache then piercing and
Calcified nails emerge imperial.

Even from pre-beginning,
Post universal end-

A yearning for mountain,
For cave,
For cooling pool of crystal stream-

Soothe sore red skin
And quench a fiery thirst.

After rain
Nostril aflame

Red bloom
Sing tune

Berry hum
Upon tongue

Skin alive
Sultry, blithe

It's ok

Crows
Pruning
Sleeping lime

Take dead stalks
Only

To build
Home

Earth a blue dot

I a white dot.

Deaty not to be feared

But enjoyed

Awake or asleep

Alive or no

No matter

Together

In love

We glow

Immovable seat

Earth revolves

Around mind

Chop water

Carry wood

Not creator

But conduit

Land and women
land and women

Fertile land
fertile women

Stop

Fighting for
land and women
and status
and land
and women
and

Stop

Telling me
to grow up

You grow up

Magnetic pole
Switch

Woman man
Switch

And in the midst
Of change

(Just change
Just change)

I am

?

Anger boundless,
Boundless as sky

Boundless as love
Or infinity.

Not scared to die
How scared to ****
May boundless anger
Be
___

Hemingway hit 60

Shotgun muzzle-
Brain gone.

My muzzle-
No shotgun-

Carry on-
Carry on
__

You are different.

So what

On those days

(Rare of late)

When a surge of joy

Flows through the veins,

Enjoy the gratitude
Due to life

Not even able
To die-

Carry on

Nothing at all-

Good evening

With love
And beauty

The man who
can barbecue some
poor dumb animal

Fix your car
put up a shelf
for the romantic books
piled on your floor.

I am not that man.

I am not that man
to carry you over
thresholds garnered
in new gold and tiled
from byzantine shores.

I am not that man
you dream of
dripping money and
diamonds
flashbulbs popping
your every red woven
glide coiffed and coutoured

I am not that man

I am real

No home
Go home
No home
To go to
Go home
No time

For so long
Wanted death

(From the womb
Hated life)

Now death nearby
Fear loathing terror

And prospective
Oblivion

How cruel
And sad

And unyielding

This solid slab
Of time

Returning to the Tower
It was not there

The next Block
My former Home
Gone

All the places I stayed
For years
Notable by Absence

The Window with views
Of London
Empty


Now
I too

Am not there

The breakthrough
When it
(Finally)
Came

Was sudden

Now is the hour
Of Hibernation


Rest grey muzzle soft
Into rotting bole

Living on belly-fat
Of Summer

Snorting Sleep

I do not wish

To disguise

The tears-

They furrowed

Who I am

You should be able
To be naked
All of the time.

No sense to this
Eternal cover-up

Give the fruit
Of fig,

You may keep
The leaf

I have two acorns
in my hands

Just waiting for the mighty oak

Water becomes you.

Cold lake fed by small insistent falls
High in Cretan mountains.

No Goddess, you,
Young Woman
Vibrant
Fleshy and real

As scale and gill
Animate your kick,
Your stroke, water
Laughing in your movement.

I stare
Narcissus fractured in
Your ripples,

Ek-stasis
Solitary bubble burst.

No fear of Minotaur-
Our innocent frolic
Protects

O mother moon

Moving away
Away
So
Slowly-

Clutching at skirts

Spinning
Falling

Against your huge
Horizon-

Tiny height-
Thumbnail sketch
Phased-

Cartoon of cosmic time

Reflected for the

Ignorant

Blinking from
Cave
Cosied

Pelt hanging
From bones

Smile bear
And forage

Fresh Spring

O these
Cherry blossom
Words

Flutter from
The page

As shall I

Unthumbed by new
Generation
Language

Algorthymic

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

Hitched a ride,
Dark matter.

Overtook light to the
Edge of expansion.

Over the edge to the
Beige beyond.

Nothing there, no-where.

Came home.

Home?

Homer.

Penelope you sit weaving.

Where?

Of love

And loss

All is movement

Seized and ******
Dry

Adjoining spirits
Sacrifice all smoke
Unto sky.

Meat of thigh-
Burnt coals glow
And this meal

Divine

Conjoins you+I+all the

Gods

Anoint this empty head
With oil.

Mount the throne
And

Taking the crown

Love this polished
Pate

Burnished and unencumbered
By apeish hair.

Grass cannot grow on
Such a busy street.

Ghosts, hungry,
Eat my meat,

Guests drink my wine.

All the orgiastic stem
Dispels...

Morning mist,
Dyonisus,
Pan...

And the gods of
Mountain dwellers,

Knowing nothing

And bending in
Peculiar shapes.

This is what we do-

Contort to see



To somehow be seen-

To entwine

To dine

To feed the pretty worms

I would craft

(Bamboo grove
complete with
figures and huts)

Carved into an
unfortunate ivory
clawed from
elephant hide

(Hidden in forest
watching the
deer graze)

But no,
tumult of ideas,
fleeting,
jostling for position
leak out into
atmosphere.

(Enforced abstinence
decades of silence
and sudden ear-
bleeding amplification)

Atop some towering
ivory lighthouse

Engulfed in
storm surge

Watching a spinning
light bravely surf
the waves.

At lands end with
three thousand miles
of water and air

Nothing solid
the very granite
morphs to sponge

Skipping lightly on surface tension
hopping lotus pad to pad
barely left a ripple leaving
the domestic shenanigans.

Now rogue ronin rock,
no master no disciple
I wander without orbit
gliding between

Thirty suns warming
cockles of a deadened heart
dreaming a home

Saw you-

Molten stuff from
The navel of the world-

Never cooled to earth-

Bubbled desire
Moulded to a sigh

Quaking your surface
Only to subside.

May your fluid state
Persist unstabled
As the end of day

Breathes orange

The god
Of the poppies
Is dead.

Cares not
They lie
Beneath sun,

Star studded sky.

Scythe
Disinterested

You and
"
Dead