Moon

Dust

Achoo

Useless

Happy

*****

Goodbye

Summit

Guide

Death

Release

Zen man
Failed

Up all night reading
Cold mountain poems

Lit by full moon
In clear sky

Forgiveness-

1
When mike the monk

Meets the hairy
Black hole-

Quantum
Information

Leaping

Into new forms

Of life-

2
When the ashes
Have settled

On the
Residue

Of **** sapiens-

What will emerge

From
Or
Into
The darkness

Lips

Moist

Tried to write
Wordless Poem

Perhaps succeeded

But could not share
So

What is the Use?

Oh!
the sense of desolation
when the first flower falls

No space

No time

Sleep well

And dream

Woken by orchids
Kissing my ear-

Found the moon had fallen
Into a puddle.

Unexpected overnight rain-
And with moon departed
And orchids ******* puddle

Within my pain
I wonder

Will we ever witness
Such a night again?

Your laughter
****** of clear
Water over
Pebbles

My head is an empty space
Crossed at times by small sparks

A memory
A thought
Cloud
Delusion

Coming and going
And gone

What new lights
Are flying  now
From deep dark-

And will one spark
From afar-

Open these sleepy
Eyes

I wake
Crying
And thank all the gods
(As yet unnamed)

That you may be here

Sometime
(Smiling)

Unencumbered

By fear-

Thought.


Trees bend,

Expose the

Heartwood

I painted your Myth onto
A cave wall

Until she atrophied

I scribbled our story
With a stick in White sand

And then the Tide.

So long gone,
I see in Dream
Your Face in
Moon Cold night

Your heat on soles

The Harvest of your Hips
With another.

(From the crack
In a crumbling wall

One tiny flower
Defies all
wilted pink

Blushing at dawn)

Wildflower dark road
Wet shining rain

Clustered under hedgerow
Berry-red

Walking past-
Fragrance

Walls you built
Hurt too many times
Walls between your
Eyes
Lapis lazuli

And mine.

Brown skinned girl
Blue eyed
Take up your veil
And shake mine eye

Where do seagulls
Sleep

On the swell swell
Swell
With undertow deep
Deep deep

In town on house or
Factory
Surely not branched
In birch

(Moving to cities
Huddled for warmth)

And when switch
Cuts
You stay with pain
The pain pain

Take the strain strain
Strain
When deep undertow

Holds you down down
Down

This may be where
Seagulls sleep

In the brain brain
Brain

Poppy remembers
Grandpas old coat
And the silk
Cravat and the
Pen that defines
Without shame
The lover of beauty

Your wart,
When it went-

How I missed
Kissing

Your little
Blemish

Waste not a single word
Though syllables scream for release,
Consonants flap to fly and
Vowels seep through cracks

Waste not to want
For nothing to
Finish your perfect
Death poem

A:
In the smallness
Of the garden
Thirsty flowers
Scorn my puny can
And call down rain

B:
In a distant galaxy
Some parallel man
Waters microbial blooms.

Bereft of cloud,
Darkness engulfs like
A tomb

Smallness of flowers
In grass

Butter
Cup
Daisy

Tears

So insignificant
In the scheme
Of things-

Dot in an
Aerial photograph-

Icarus fall
As ignored-

And yet-

Nearest he got
To sun

Was a silly beach

Blades  of grass

We die

Be happy

Today

Weeds grow all around

Hair sprouts
Ears nose

All but shiny pate

Carboniferous Tree
Heavy with Water
Pregnant with Seed

Diamond holder
Recycler of Dreams
My other Mother

Beneath your Beams
Blows Harmonica
While Dinky the Dog

Does the Howling for me

It will be

Alright

Here,
at the diaphanous
borderline
between self
and other,

Ego wanders
and wonders

How the fates
and furies
battle out
destinies.

Is it ours
to be one,
conjoined
in time,
or it it yet
a cruel twist?

And even if,
accepting this result
or that

How much or
little
are we master,
mistress of our fate?

Paving slab sheen
Streetlamp puddle
Midnight rain

It to be good

But it is is not?

Late rose
That moist rot rot
But beautitiful still.

My old ladies.

Lovely.

kissed every shrine
violated vestals
we were everywhere
venerated.

went to the government office

to the rich man

every time
horse *******
on my shoulder.

out of control
galaxies spinning
light sound
no centre

this cannot hold
why here in the middle
of nowhere?

those elegant people
sipping vicious cocktails

warm brandy lifted
capilleries.

I spat on the righteous

What a voice
And I wish

That I could call

Mellifluous

On your ear

Strong men
broken backed
driven mad.

Innocent of crime
sent to carnage.

War war and
more war.

Nothing more attractive
than madness war and
destruction.

And all they wanted
was a kiss

Who? What
Who? What
Am I?

Walked 10,000 miles

100 years

Who what
Carried canvas sack

Shed tears
Who what-

Now sit and ponder
Who? What
Who? What
Am I

Does it matter
How to live
How we die?

The householder
In his bed surrounded
By family, friends

The ****** in the
Gutter all sense of
Self abandoned

The monk bolt
Upright sat
Self-gone mummified

What matter
When matter gone

All flesh decayed
All mind leaked
Away and
Away all spirit
Flown

All dead all beastly

Dead and gone

Yes, Elizabeth
You were my first,
Perhaps my only
Truelove

And yes, as you said
I liked the image-
Ancient typewriter
And a bottle of *****

And no, lizard Liz
My head buried
Between your thighs
I never amounted
To anything

Thank god you left.
Your myriad children
Around your feet
Your errant husband

Pedro the donkey,
You liked your men
Well hung.

I liked guinness
And port, and champagne
(if you are buying),
And pretty girls
And laughter.

You knew me my darling girl
And I knew you too

what shall ye be
old man, dying man?

a dog perhaps, driven
by passion, guarding
the house of master
or maiden

a tree perhaps, stolid
by a river, rooting shooting
flowering and fruiting

a snake old man
slithering and hissing
and tempting the ******

a louse dying man
itching and *******
raising curses all around

what shall ye be
a pebble in a stream
methinks, grinding
sand in the clear
cool water

What we did
You do not deserve

Let this be tinder
To fire

Young imagination

Throw me on the fire
And fuel your future

When the earth dies

I hope you are in my arms

J

When did this beard grow
Old?

So silvery white,
Tousled and tangled.

A young boy plays
Behind it

Tumbling forward
And back,

Jolly Jack Tar
Frolicked by sea

Then when it comes
Let me depart
This dream
Dreaming-

Place the cold
Needle
Into the weakened
Arm
And allow the
Vessels to flow
Dreaming
Beyond-

No bags,
No hideous machines
No drooling in corners
Nor sleeping in ****.

Then,
When it comes
Allow the departure
From this sallow
Short being
Be dreaming a dream
Of no longer being

Arises

Evaporate like

Dew

The dancing girls
Happy in their
Lithe movements

Ecstatic in their
Power

And I, forlorn
See them no more,

Their gossamer veils
Blown clear by
Autumnal winds

Where is moon
Is she hiding?

Thought you would
Come to me

But I cannot see you.

Tears furrow
An unwashed face.

Breath of leaf

Still wind

Along the river bank
something stirs.

Tree spirits wisp
and sway,

Transparent in ghostly garb