Lies not with bacteria
Nor death
Nor the
Remorseless march
Of time.

The problem with decay
Is the whole cycle of
Seasons to
Decompose.

Impatient

Throw me on a fire-
A big one-
And hasten the
Lovely oblivion

To laughing life

In the first frost before
Dawn
With the addled mind

Befuddled by last night
Late wine

There

I say there

In the parched
Throat

Grinning for
Eggs poached

There is I say there

In that muffled moment

Of awakening

Lies

(Half choked
Half laughing)

The truth.

The apple falls
Through habit but

Who is to say it
Will not fly
Far away and frolic
With Angels
On a cloud somewhere?

There are none I seek
To reunite,

To meet again
Beyond the veil-

Do not oppose
sweet oblivion

From the strangeness
Of life,

From consciousness
Of panic

Nor of love

There is no
Difference between

The ***** and the moon

No mote in eye
And genius

No empty girl
Eternal

And glutton belly-
Full.

Love this-

This all

This dichotomy of
Failure and war
And deep dark
Kisses of adodelscent
Ardour.

I love you and hate
Hate and love me back-
Psssh you and I both nothing there is none-
Differentiation-
Stone in the shoe

And

Divine

Trudging uphill-
Scent of wildflower
In rain.

Sniff of Truth-
Gone now.

Red berries
Edible-

Sufficient to life

Why?

Drooping form of
Lovely yellows

We know you die
And rot.

And reform-

Your sweetened corms

Re-arrange and
Flourish

How long

How long to
Delight the eye

Deform and redirect
Life force

From basalt
Salt

To opened skies?

My love grows
With your opening
And dies
In time

And dies
Together

And alone
In time

From deepest
Hibernation
Rise

Phantomic
Images-

A street of
Ceaseless hum

A poesy of
Fallen petals-

This is work
Beyond words

Where silence
Snows

And everlasting
Freedom

Roams,
Bandaged and
Balmed against
The light that
Blisters
And fails.

Even so,
Love seems real

Tiny orbs deflect
Awareness
Of Pure Light.

Telling nothing of their interior

And so Ignorance grows alongside
Knowledge
Of the Show

Left to themselves
People fall apart

Left alone
Buildings tumble

Order invites chaos
Through the front
Back door

Heaven below
Heaven all around
Empty empty space
The garish merry-
Go-round

Thoughts arise
Expire

Clouds drift
Pour rivers
Evaporate

Stars implode
Radiation

God in his elements

Laughing
Laughing laughing

Small mouse
Lapping at

Bird bath

This soul has grown
Through all seasons,

Hanging from the
Salt-cliff
Windblown.

This heart has grown
Through all seasons
Of wild love and
Dead unnoticed man.

This soul will
Survive the end
Of every moment

To goodbye
The earth

This moment only

No preparation

I swirl galaxies
In a fit of pique

Soothe exo planets
Locked in orbit

Blow gentle air
From hot face
To freezing rear

This I
Centre of centreless
Space

Dimple in the chin
Of directionless
Being

Entire universe
Mere metaphor

Of how This I
May feel
Right now.

This vaunted ambition
These vaulted palaces

Celebrants all of

This I that
This I calls

God as a two year old
Stamping mighty feet

This nothing at all
This whatever
This I
That is what it is

And loves only
This I

This tree
That tree

I don't know
Outside my window

Only you.

We chop and
Chain at you

Yet you grow
Each year

Bark,

Wrinkled as a
Brow

This language

Already archaic

Sits ageing on

The page-

A youth-like this
Once was-

Stares vacant
Into space

One life

Ten thousand heavens

Ten thousand hells

What now!

What now?

This word

Already

Dated


Soon

Incomprehensible

To all

** **! ** **!

Nobody
Fool fool
No

Body

At all at all

All good
All good

Embarrassed
in the sky
how can you hang

Bombarded by comets
your pitted face

Pitied face

Blue sky morning
who are you, moon,

Who am I

To tell truth today

Impossible?

Finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

Finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

Finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

No light-
None-
Then-

A billion years-

A glimmer-
How I yearn to hold you

Ancient wood
Gone

Sailed to every
Genocidal continent.

Armada splintered
Divinely winded

Only new forest
Squared and rowed
Bridle-pathed and
Signed for city

Fat henry hunted
Stag and wife

New camera click
Surprise the deer
The pony

And I

With nothing to do
And nowhere to go

Stay put and
Suffer it through.

Walked 10,000 miles-

Not enough! Not enough!

No master
No disciple

Walk on
Walk on

So far come

So further to go-

I slept
In a womans womb-

Good place
To sleep

Water supporting

Clouds forming


             Drift

Green tea
Weak

Red wine
Strong

Body confusion
Mind awakened

Yin/yang imploding

Bangless motion

Heavily courting
Pigeon ****
Puffed up green
Nodding a dance.

Hens peck and posture
Disinterest.

But so many pigeons,
Hens lie

94
Clever

Dying

Advice.

Sir
Honour
Priviledge

To know you
This short time.

And your wife
91
Taking care

and I am deaf too,
and too dumb to speak
kind, loud and slow
to your yearning ear.

and also too blind,
with distance unsighted,
this burgeoning love
too readily blighted

no language too pure for
your precious flower
no sentence to capture
our rapturous hour

dissonant rhyming
and unstructured versing
metaphoric tussle
empathetic cursing

Too buoyant-

Syllables that

Once sank to
Ocean bed

And dissolved
Spreading nutrients

Now

They float
And mass

As microplastic
Waste lakes

Blocking the light.

Consciouness that
Pervades

Become flat
As a screen-

Dead as moon

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

Hanging on my head
(So that is where
the hair went)

So quick dandelion
measures time

(I loved a woman once-
(More than once)
Did she love back
I'll never know)

Ash in the mouth
Final sprout plucked

The great plague
Eaten the planet
Brown

Fired the end stick

And notation laid with
Invisible ink

(warm stream of body
Revives the script on
Solid scroll)

Too tired for messiah

Just watching the day
Subside

Too many

The ways

Of this world

The next

Too much

To be known

In one mind

Or seed

To

Be

Sown

Where pencil Pier
Rolls over the Moon

And slides beneath the
Sun.

Timbers shiver and
Return to salt-

Give succour to
Barnacle and ****,

Green as a greeting
To the lovely Dawn

Hurt
Ling
Into
Final
Quartile
Life

Refuse to allow time
Last word

Because space is all
Around
And time is wrong

A little help
Please
Poets and we shall
Turn time
Around and upside down

Physics
On our side

And God is free

Because time is wrong

And this
Little
Poet
Refuses
To die

There is nothing

In the way

Base foul mud
Ships struggling by

I hate the music
Of motorbikes.

Longing for the life
Of bacterial
Galaxy  travelling

Found the land
map peters out

No hole
no treasure
cigar burn on casket.

Hand Robert Graves
fondling
jar full of marbles

Hand writing

House making
never mind.

Trench breaking

Old Homer loves you

Truth teller

Blind and sunned

You knew
you knew

Marble margle
pirate treasure
small boy treasure
skull and crossbones

Mappa mundi
treasure treasure
take me captain
morgan
take me home

Pair of jays
Fight pair of magpies-

Eggs-

Lime tree outside
The window

Time held me green
And dying

Tho I sang in my chains
Like the sea.


****** truth
Dying am

And do not want to

Cupped hands
two pair

Two hearts
beating

Your heart
my hands

My heart
in yours

Red, wilted pink
hands
hearts

Hold them
gently
safely

Four hands
two hearts
one love

One foot
Before
One foot after
Before

Turn left
Or right
Beyond the
Gateless
Gate
And walk
And trust
The feet to
Go
Just where
You ought
To.........

Events

Anarchy
Violence and blood

Revolution in the air
And angry
(Raging)
Men on the rampage

Look out
Look out
All the years of niceness
Fundamentally

Falling

Apart

Petrified
Forests
Embedding
Under
Sea-

Sea
Creatures
Surmounting­
Peaks-

Slowly,
World
Turning
Upside-
Down

Meadow flowers.

Where were you?

Fear of caul
Fear of cord slimed
Round throat the
Screaming entry.

Two things only to avoid

Called from unseeded egg

No no not that,
Protect me.

To no avail

Failure the first,
Birth.

Today death stalks
Every breath
Beat and sense

Failure the second
No not yet
But...

Wheel rolls on

Beach scrape
Yellow edges

Some turtles
Eaten yolk

Some beached
Some salt consumed

Some swim forever