Striving for greatness
Or

Better

The still
Small
Voice
Whispering

Heart heart heart

Stitching together
disparate words
to bring home
the truth.

Let go
of truth
of words

Disparate
or stitched

And reside
in perfect
freedom

A whole bunch
Of stones

Circled round

The sun

Strange how suns burn out
Tired of the light

Do not know
Where been

Nor am

Nor heading where.

Strange journey

Bow to smell

The little flowers

Fell into some
River

Learning to
Float

He bestrode the world
Like a colossus

Unfortunately,
Volcanoe erupted
And singed his
Hairy *****

Forward-

One fall at a time-

One/two small eyes

Catching
Little suns

Whale blow
And emerge-

Perhaps

Some hope

Yet

Dandelions!
Dandelions!

Thistles!
Thistles!

Everywhere!

Happy boy!
Happy boy!

Mangy old dog
I was.

So much
suffering in
the world.

Mangy dog
mangy dog
needs love too
needs love too

the void
is not void

every direction

spun

hang out the washing!

this springing day

the void
is not void

every direction

spun

hang out the washing!

this springing day

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.

Buzz lady mosquito-
aim your black and white
stripes and settle on
my arm but please
sweet blood loving one-
refrain from the ****-
restrain your maddened
appetite and rest awhile-
rub your legs against my
little hairs and drink a little
wine coddled sweat and
fly and whine next door
to brighter red.

Vast orange disk we see-
awed- you slip into the
purpling sea-expecting every
eve stupendous hissing and
steam but no- noiseless
our saviour creator and and
great sustainer sinks-
her sky in gorgeous raiment
kimonoed shapeshifting
and irridescent momently-
Dancing into dark.

Past each ear in turn the
swoosh and glide of black
aerobats to pluck insect from
the infinite void of the
flying darkness or hustle
through to feast on fruits
succulent and sweet as nectar.

Blood of bat or snake, of night
crawling, flying, running hunters-
loving the night
to death.

With the
Burning
Of this toast

I honor the spirit

Of the living

God sat on my shoulder

Those days-

Whispered in my ear
Undiagnosed-

Until he left.

The ancient of days
Still clung to the ceiling

Modigliani
Gauguin hanged
Naked on the wall.

I prayed for one
Glimpse

Of the beyond

I shall go down to the dump today
to pick up a random thought
and translate it into
a first language

How did the wild wheat
Survive the sheep
Shorn grass

The wild rice
Survive the
Buffalo graze?

And how did this small boy
Survive the
Dysfuntional family,
Calamitous friendship

And the obligations
Of love?

What makes you,
Each morning,
Reach for the words

Flown through ether
Across the ocean?

She feeds my soul

On Parkland Pond
Cygnets Echelon.

My day is deep, long

Encompassing
A million feathered years

They said I would die
Before forty
My friends and
Their bets

Thought I would die
2014
When my world stopped

So glad I failed
To die as so much
I failed before

So glad to read you
And you and you

In the end
Nothing

In the
Mind
-------------------

Before
Beginning
------------------­-

Empty
--------------------

Welcome to
Mike

Take these poor words

And make them
Yours.

That gives me light-

A little longer
Life

From

Nowhere

To

Nowhere

Seagull you can
Soar and dive and
Squawk,
Multi-tasking.

You may squabble in the

Air

Or sit serene on

Water

Or waddle on land

Take food from trash
Or fish the sea.

O seagull how you are

So unlike me

Talk of Tomorrow
As if it were a
Thing

A clay malleable,
Made to some Will o'
The Wish

No tomorrow is
Nor can be,

Tomorrow, Yesterday
Cannot exist.

Just This
Now
Synapse
Arm
Pen

each word hangs on
it's own rope


how to help them
intertwine
to lift from dank jungle floor

climb through the canopy

show monkey eyes the
wood amongst the trees

4
Above, beyond

Below, undoing

The Rothko room
One door no window
Benches and
Gradations of color

After two hours
Mildly depressed
And marvelling

Lord
Let me be rich
Enough to kiss
One Rothko

Orange

Dragon
Swallows
Tail

Left arm
High

My boy Jack
Caramel and honeyed

Union of
Opposites:

Twenty-five
Years
Beyond odysseus

Wandered from you.

Your mother,
No penelope

My picture
Disfigured

Darted
Wounded

Cursed I roam
Wine-dark aegean.

Suitors succeed
And you are
Lost to me.

Goodbye telemachus

River boat gambler

Pencil moustache
Shoestring tie

How I picture you

Jack of hearts

How the ladies
Swoon

The feel
In a sac

Just a cut

Not to me
I you

But to the balloon
And

Free

Tears and tears and tears

Happy tears

Sad tears

Tears and tears

And tears

Teeming mass of humanity

Ember glow

Lifted to cold

Darkness

Mere million years

And gone

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?

That day
I loved you---------

Oh

Smooth

Shining

Soft

Singing

Plop

Into

Here.

Smooth pebble
Talk to me

Tossed gently to
The centre-

Swallowed, gone
Ripples cry to shore

Have returned

Nested

Calling discordant
A squabbling couple-

Nested in apartments
No eggs amongst
The elderly

No chick to raise and
Teach to scavenge.

The chimney-*** gulls-
Paired
Young
Alive
Nested
And flying-

As terrestrials may not-

From death.

Sun but
Snow?

Ah, cherry blossom

Falling like poppies

Of course

(The river soil
Runs
Oceanwise)

Of course if
(with freezing hands)

Your foot slips
Into the stream-
Sing like the
Dandelion

Releasing seed.
Thanks to tree
To soil
To love
Thanks to

Whatever

Makes you....

Who took my hand.

How are your grandchildren?

The view from Olympus
Is partially obscured

By cloud, wispy
And sad against
The elongated Drought-

But I see Them-
Kicking up dust-

Thrusting their tiny
Toothpicks
Pointed and tipped

With rust
Or blood.

The horses blink
Through Armour

Longing for the Plain...

Aegean glinting-
Shrunken by
Lack
Of Rain

Sand heap

Eroding

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

Slow plunge

Into

Nothing


AAAAHHHH

Shell cracks wrapped in Knuckle

Squeeze the oily
Memory
Through Flesh of Seed.

In this Kernel the Beating
Heart of Being
Expresses
From Land to Stalk from
Barking Stem to whippet waving Leaf.

All my Head exposed in
Creamed whorls of Walnut-
The Apple Pip of Manhood shown
Only to Woman

Out of flanders mud
He crawled

Dulce et decorum est

Over southend pier i trudged

Pro patria mori

Is the way you go

The way you go

Is yours.

Canopy and
Undergrowth

Tabernacle
Of freedom

Leaf litter and
My feet

Lulling the soul
To soul to sleep.

Iam the compost
Man

Buried warm within
The heap

1
I did not **** them
But let them die

Because their roots
Offended you

2
Spring this year was
Daffodil bright and
Iris blue

3
Blood shows clear
On snow
White-

She lies in
Ruins

Now

All that energy
Per cell

All that prisoned

Prismed
Energy

Ready from
Each cell
To



BURST!!!