In the presence of evil

Calm

Sleep of the dead-
Grandfather's coat wrapt,
Body sunk into rock.

Deer nuzzle beard,
Fawn lies close
Sharing warmth.


Heat of fire rouses-
Underworld risen to
Surface-

Heaven's low pressure
Sinks to earth.

Loud clash
Angels
Demons-

Tumult of change...

What have we done?

A lone manifest
Ideal
Lost at sea.

This the end
Movement of the listed-

Freedom is
Freedom from only-

Freedom to only
Chaos.


That day you told
"Watch your step"

(I had tripped)

My answered
'Ha!'

Rang a bell before
Time

So full of emptiness

Each miniscule fibre

Vibrates with

Intensity of far off star-

What are orbs but eyes

Perceiving cold blankness

Of space

Hurtling ever out

Never to return?

What this mouth but

Screeching creation-

May hole be made

From black despair?

Rips in fabric

Reveal scarlet lining of

Life-

And way beyond all

Understanding a

Solidity of

Unremarkable

Faith-

What can possibly go

Wrong?

Why everything of

Course

And yet

Yet

In the smallness
Of your navel
I see all.

All the uni-
Soldered surface
Of moons and tides
And suns

All the whorls and
Curls of your fingertip-

The entire unknown
And as yet undiscovered
Totality of being

Contained in your
Little reality,
Buttoned up against the rain

In silt from melted
Ice age laid

Young molluscs
And single cells
Wait until

Today

Sudden bubbles
Surface on

Discoursed
River

In this instant

Lightening stricken

Sounds

Illuminate and

Annihilate

In this
Instant

In complete freedom
I sing to you

Dancing between
Raindrops

Hard gardeners
Cut down the weeds
Brightening the view
Through my slatted window

Now a flock of pigeons
Feasts on the seeds

These they spread in
Targetted drops
And my beloved
Flowers return

Introverted I allow
This wild dance of
Nature, unknowing
Gardeners, the seeds
And the birds

The **** that sprouts
The lovely flower
And my rain dance of
Inexplicable joy

Short lease
Body

And done---

Mushroom

Opening shutters
Early light

Illuminates
House plants.

Green

Healthy

Trees.

Outside
Flowers glow

And the lump
Of karmic
Iron soul

Dissolves.

Free

Happy

And

Free

soft yearnings and
brooding mistakes.

drop that sack of coal
and burn it in
the warm hearth
of your new home

I saw not the moon

She loved me never

Lumpen rock

I saw not.

The moon and how
High out of song
She shrilled-

The lying moon

Grandmother
Grandfather

Dead

Dead

Dead

I will not search
some spider web for you,
watch you sticky caught
in unprivate worlds.

No need for such invasive ploy,
I see you naked in your soul.

Your essence nostrils pervade
intimate flavour residing
on my tongue

I slept
deep into the rock
of Wales

dead I was to
thought-
to walkers by who

sent prayers skywards
for my aching soul-
for he is dead

but I slept on-
knew not of
mourning love
nor fear

oh on slept I
deep down into
Welsh granite
hard slept I

for he is dead and gone

Is there

One more

Song

To write

Is there
A ***** of light

Is there
One more

It is

Making a path

By walking

It will tumble and fall.

You wouldbe so safe
In my arms

If we could bubble-

So lonely.

It's just

A flower


It dies

The stars
In billions

Eternity

Bottled oceans
Easy

But

Hair

Eye

Movement
Of woman-

No idea

It is nice

That you do

To every-one

But nobody wnats
To make love to me

Boo hoo boo hoo

Boo hoo

You

Set me

Free.

The violence
Suppressed
Gone on wind
And sea.

Bowing,
The willow

Weeps

Is a couple 50% reduction?

Is two 100% more than one?

You teach me

Every day

So lustrous
Jenny and
her long curled
black hair

Oiled,
beautiful in
spring sun.

I cannot love you
but I love you,
Jenny girl

Washed your blood
From poor
Neglected brain

Down dismal
Drain

Youngish for your
Age

Your page burnt
By candle

Flame.

It blazed up,
Your eye

Never sure,
Poison on your mind,
In my food

Or eros
Sublime seamless
Joining.

It blazes red
Yellow blue
Iris flecks.

Once more
Fall
Into vulcan fire

Big foot imprints
whorl of
weathered sole
on sand
rock
and heath.

how well will
we let them
disappear
when reddened sky
falls silent

Light and wet
Meet broad leaved canopy

Dark and moist beneath tendrils
Coil softly
******* soft decay from sodden undergrowth
Lush and dry

Howls of monkey, flashing bird
And life oozing through every porous
Ant hole
Leaf loop
Trunk of wood hard grown, soft in death

This is the Jungle

Corner of the room
Crevice of mind the
Womb forest of warmth
Of home

Soft succulent home
Tender as bruised fruit
Fallen from high
Nourishing the nut
Seed of new delight

Fallen space makes crazy yearning for the light
Wet width of green green
Soft soft soft growth

Rivers spring up unannounced from the
Jungle
The Jungle is home
Home is soft green filtered light and wet wet
Water

Soft coils hammock me gently in the
Jungle
Home
Jungle

Oh

Just make it up

As you go

On one summit
Among the myriad
Mountains

Ups and downs
Of the hiker

Crawling valley
Pilgrimized

Leaping crevass
Energized

Climbing huff-
Puffing

Downslope
Freewheeling

Each dawn
Each sunset

Uniquely
Surprized

Just people

Never wrote a poem,

Just received

Above the salt pans
royal prerogative reigns

But tarnish the jewel

And the meat is eaten
unseasoned

Click-click
we speak
click-click
and feed with lions

Regalia of a
crooked king
becrowned
enthroned by tide

Click-click
we walk
far out of africa

And the relationship
of men to stones
the purity of gold
stained, eaten
by lion-hearted
monarch
At the ley-lined end
of genocidal desserts

Migratory waves
denied
enmeshed

And walls crash
to dancing music
amid final insult
to the mass

Click-clicking
and walking

Singing and dancing
the mountains a
handful of dust

Sea only salt
and river bed dry
and dammed
to hell

Sparkling with ruby
glowing emerald
green as the plain
after monsoon
rains down fresh we
live through drought
sail the flood and
in the end
bloodied in futile battle

Click-click and die

Gipsy take me

Away away

Far from bethnal green

Ten years old
wanted away away

Near sixty lord
let me go

Of the master mason

Knowing the dead

Hewing head stone

From our crust.

Master mason
knowledge of lives
won and lost and one.

The grave yard serious
of misery and suffering-
alongside the happy chance
of love

The lace wings
Of the
Lacewing
Are real
Lace

Wings.

This cash
Is not

I do not care

If I die today


But I will miss you

When I'm gone

Heart fresh as

Spring-


Waters

Re-birthing,

Baptising

i

Summer twilight
Blushing colours
Merge and swirl

Subtle reds yellows blues

No brush visible-
Breath of god

My Lady must be near
Xylophone spine chimes

Touch of her Angel
Wing

Not drowning
in michigan waters

But waving,
and in fair hand
emerging

That flaming sword
destroyer of delusion.

Polar wind ruffling
your surface,
goose bumping emotion-
then, fading as
passing illusion.

Reflected cloud,
the clear blue sky uniform,
deep cool waters of
mind gently
overflowing

I
Vast hollow scraped
from land by the
slow cadence of some
retreating glacier.

Melt from high flows
larvic to fill the void.

Quiet invasion of
waters forming
stone quarrying
rivers until,
overfilled the
crystal clears

Overspills and
streams to ocean
lapping at milk-
white cliffs,
hungry as cats.

II
Quiet invasion
walking on
continental drift

Wattle and daub
blue-dyed men
lakeside.

III
Hush now the
quiet priest
hands out leaf
to cover the fig
fruit of fecundity

IV
Without sound
quiet bands move
always move and
increase until

Around the fire in
moonlit waters shown
the tom toms open
relentless beat

V
Too late
too late the quiet
invaders imitate
and mock

Then ****-

Nations at war
within

Sheep do not Scratch
The Tup,
Painful Birth,
Brief Spring of Frolic
In Lush Grass,
Nor butchers Knife.

Precious Poets,
We Bleat and Baah
Our Small Woes,
Big Loves,
Insights and Dust.

Such small Season
And Gone Gone Gone

English

Like space

Expands

When you look away
Your eye
Whiplash.

When you open
Your gaze
Lash goes to my soul.

How, so cruel,
So balming both

The covering of
Your magnificent
Eyes

The last time I loved
(So, so,
So long ago)

Fruit spilled itself
In the garden

And insects sang
And rejoiced
In the split flesh

And the soil leapt
With joy
And sprouted
Tiny seedlings.

The last time
I loved

Her womb welcomed
Seed and cried
In happiness
And fecund abundance.

But the last time was
So,so
So long ago

Last time

I saw you
Loaded on a van-

Not quite dead

Yet

(end of the world)

Billions of crystals
Shone in
Streetlamp.

Milky Way
Fallen to
Earth,

In universal implosion
Black scattered to
White

This life too lazy
For fame and gain

Beneath thatch both
Legs stretch

Mind idling I take
My ease