Erm

I  smell the earth
In your words

I look forward to
The annihilation
Of my species.

Not too late?

100 years
Not enough
To settle into
Wrinkling bag-

No sooner wisdom
Calms the mind

We are found out

And gone

In security
and comfort

Full flowing

All growing

Flower of compassion.

Those struggling,
cut their bonds,
for you have power,

Cut their ties

Set them free

Face
Soil
Sun
Gold

Created
Uncreated

Born
Unborn

Free

Wheelbarrow heaped
with drywood
chopped for grate

Pyramidial tripod
iron ***
hanging

Boiled water rolling
steam and
soggy entrails
of some unlucky animal

Roots shoots and flowers
arrive in woven basket
from long grazed field

Dogs circle
wary, hungry
sniffing at scraps

In a cave
Madmen spit ochre
on hands glued to walls

Cavebound
mad mike scribbles
his civilized mind

Between
Electron and
Nucleus

Boson dancing
A jig-

Pan pipes a
Neutron aboard

This floating world-

Limitless space
Within the
Solid

Comes love

Cockroach
Beneaththe bat

Make energy
Fertility and
So cane to cavern cycle

To the wine cellar
Crave

From this stripped down
Verse

Come all these
Wild
Untamed
Munificent flowerings.

Thus it is my love,
With patience
Of a gardener

Dost our love
Fecund
Become

And bloom

"Without trace,
Leaving only ash

Good-night rice-paper
Person.

Little damage done
To earth-

To infinite space...

No trace, like
Flying geese
Through time.

(Love)"

When fat fruit
Wants to fall
You cannot stop it.

Spread a wide ****
And sit on the grass,

Settling with a blanket
Across the knees.

One falls on the head,
One drops on the foot

Yet here we sit
With a blanket-full
Of fruit.

Watercolour,
Two tears of rain-

Coppered silk dissolves,
Hanging over time.

If Fuji remains
Tell me when

She is a bubbling crater
Steaming lake, fisher,
Cormorant
And all

Full moon

Once more-

Are you weary?

My empty pillow
Offers

From your end of
Telescope

Thirty years scans
Infinity

From my end merest
Blink of eye.

When slightest wink
Of billion mile
Star

Outlasts every planet
In the sky

In the beginning
Was the poem

What god made
Better than this sad
Universe only
I and you can make
With words

Sullied by overuse-

I love this world this poem

This notion that only
I and you may
Understand

This darkest night

I love you

1
give me your overcoat
Samuel Beckett
to wear over grandfather jacket

to keep out the wind that
furrowed your old face
to landscape

that took grandpas leg from
running, the trenches too much
for a sensitive man.

2
you gave your movie star jacket
and I cherish it.
your name escaped you in grief

and from losing everything at once
I barely pitied your bereavement.

that is why?
this lovely jacket
and the harsh winds that cull.

how little the care for paltry suffering,
the boy in the doorway, the cowering dog
and the end of today
revealing only tomorrow

Took no vow

But poor for
A whole life

Took no vow
But slept

Alone

Took no vow but
Ate nothing good

Took no viw but
Obeyed.

I renounce all the
Vows
I never took


And vow to live long
And expansive
And happy

I carry them
Everywhere

These glasses


Tipped them when
We met

And when you were
Lost

O god

I nearly died

But thanks to empty glasses

I survive

Particular light
waving a billion
miles from billion
year ball of gas to
tickle my iris.

And I am shy to show
the ancient traveller
the flipside of men,
blast crater uprooting
the sacred tree of life.

What happened to the
marbled head,
so noble and *****,
the burst of creativity
from cave to modernity?

What happened to sun,
einsteined to power,
the sunny side up
scrambled to gross
confusion and the limitless
cruelty to birthing eve?

Nostril

Breath

In deepest shaft
Of coal-black
Consciousness
I lay

Dormant these millenia

Until in time existence flow

Unabstracted by thought

God blew life
Through nostril beard and mouth.

Shimmering in carbon
Granules I rose
To green sod and walked

Somehow creatured

Some way
Man

No Kintsugi may repair
The Wabi Sabi of
A broken heart

Pouring molten metal
Into golden moulds-

counterfeit value

This is how gold
Blinds the eye.

Hoard in a wood-yard
To build a better future-

This is how time
Tricks the mind

Go into space-

Where are

The

Boundaries?

A scatter of ash

Loving the abstract you

Now that you in flesh are
No longer here

(Many years,
So long)

Your hair unplugs the bathroom

Harsh words
Entail no tears

Your beauty lingers
Burned under my eyelids
And your perspicacity
Shields my fear

Poem

Gone

She came she went

She came she went

She came she went

Having no-mind
To make up

I simply witness
This event

When scalpel sliced through heart

Your butterfly emerged flapping
Blue red blood against
Sterile white


Good to see you free from
All those years locked
Within pulsating muscle

I am dying

It is good

Awakening
New dawn

And all
Pretentions

Drop away

With my love
Walk your life

Away from me
With him

Or whomever
Wherever
You go.

Know I love
And that
Warm envelope

Goes with you

Go-
With my love-
Walk

Of salt in ocean

Of sugar in tea

Of wheat in a
Deadbeat loaf
Going green.

Whta this means

Is nothing

Is only being

A grain
A universe

And happy

Simple thing

Walking soflty

Rice-papered

And all the while
unseen energies
were unpicking
and stitching as
the fabric of
existence fell in
strands upon the street
or
simultaneously
pulled silken threads
together-

My rags are beautiful

Possessions smell

Confused as ever
welcoming life
just as it comes

Stood stock still
In cemetery

Gazing high

As ghosts from tombs
Emerge to dance
Macabre tunes

And with the light
Once more
To lay them down

Back down once more
To die

Worm cast
Whorls

Denote a
Subtle
Decomposition of
The long,

Now living,

Dead

From a crack in paving,
in wall

Trapping moisture,
gathering dust to root

Seed pushes from density
to unborn lightness

Poppy flower waves hulloo
On sun-soaked breeze

Grew many trees
from seed

They still stand

It is I who had to leave

Grubbing up shrubs
Make a safe path-

This one who
Crosses ravines
On invisible tightropes

And falls
Cartoon
To puffs of dust
And then
Resumes

No foot on a
Board

A boat

No

How to sink

No

Drown

Mike
Matter

Ekim
Anti

Collision
Noisilloc

Nothing
Gnihton

How we plunder the young
For our wars
We old bald men

Frantic for a comb

Donkey named Ginny.

Five years and sick,
Convalescent friend.

Wagon wheel spreads
Chocolate around the mouth.

Today round clock
Melts,
Giraffe open drawers in neck.

No longer five
But sixty plus

And bewildering motion,
Time and dizzy change,

Endless assault,
Uni-linear movement.

Ever longing to stroke
Her shaggy muzzle.

Eyes
In your mirror
Perfect

Every pigment irised
Each fleck of yellow and
Black lining

Deep
Reflection
Irridescent pools

Your eyes
In your mirror
Take me home

Oh to lay
Hand on bush

Red breast
Through thicket

Strong song
Penetrating

Gloom

Momentary pleasures

Gone

Gone!

To be a strong tree

When all around

Trees keel over

Dead