you are considered a dead thing
slowed down by decent refrigeration
and declared
'personality put to pasture'

a name would help with the paperwork

"While I gaze upon it
I feel a certain distance:
The moon light
Makes its way to dwellings
Everywhere, I feel."

      by Ki no Tsurayuki


My Reply

Bright Issues the Moon
dusts the landscape with pale ash
illumination
slackens our taut customs
we're brought closer to our hearts

[Bonus Material. Earlier looser version :

When brighter the Moon
unknots our taught habits
spends our ideas
freely in its pale light
we act closer to our hearts]

"Although I try
to hold the single thought
of Buddha's teaching in my heart,
I cannot help but hear
the many crickets' voices calling as well."

                      by Izumi Shikibu


My Reply

The Buddha once heard
noisy Crickets at their play
received good teaching
did the crickets from the man
who practiced great stillness

all of this
    is addled
all of this is tamed
    behind clothed eyes...

Persists a sable seascape
            flotsam is cerebrum
   vast
a featureless osmotic cathedral
  distant of all
a sense deposed vault
        of the heavens muggy other

I am formation
   the information
         and I am blip within

a wink
Attention!
   notice from the euphoria
a gloss eye like obsidian
   perched
   alter praised pedestal
   lustcheivous spire
   with a height for a sky burial
   limpetted with devilish bloats

fractured
then it actions
                 lighthouse blinks ;
warm claps of welcome dishonesty
drum pats
              of a restorative oblivion
                                             escalate

in the other place
my bodies face
                   plates a smile
my body
      a slack slap of meat
         on a ***** clothes heap
my bodies head
                the vices lapsed child

back in the gourdular cavern the bloats loosen
and slip down spire into the sable conducting liquid

cruelty was intent
bent only to effect harm
pep up in power
purely
as the action of a child

cost

Pendulum beds and woes
        accounts for the urgent night
The clock is choring

Feverish nocturnal motion
Animals thread a little heat through the eve
Aerial beings stir the air
A quick beat can be drawn

Underlying ...
     fear is foundation of excitement
and anxious youth take this strum
        to their clumsy congress

The worrisome world
        has heaped up
The act of days
         distended
The workweeks edifice
        bares a stubborn plaque

This knotted bind loosens in the nights
and desperatly so
        in weekend blowouts

Time
when regarded
          is personally distorted

Time
the machine
          doesn't ebb and grow
It pits mechanism energy
          against its own material death

Night span
           repaves
         the diurnal degrade

The Night is where we can be re-met
            receive our charge
            and obtain a revision

down to the river
to wash my hands free
of another sots mud

i relieve my lies in the bushes
i shrug acts
           lax from my shoulders
bathe off soft data

merely a being
and that is all

solved

Disperse             this hearse driven feeling
  clap it between monkey symbols
    matter-**** it
   unridden
  to the currents

out
  from under
        the murky work
               thirst
and the media
that dictates the worst   idea of my personality
and into the great dunder maws
                            of the life humour

rude verbal attack

vulgarity
                 heaves from me

can't unmake the bout

become unmanageable

deconstruct our good union

rain drained down
upon us cold
paraded away our labours
pegged at out bare backs
and showboated us all
as temporary
reactive
and lacking in good humour

(#9a)

muscled through passage
birthed into his life
quick to the breath
wordless, you pass me your name
Nicholas wasn't on our list

(#9b)

muscled through passage
birthed into his life
quick to the breath
relieved, i release my worry :
promised beauty is fulfilled

ground swell
and furniture at odds
storage collage
the breathing flutter
shutter-ring
lists

head blood flush
rush until taunt
and breathing...
                     an ail

air
off of still
warmth
pudding the chamber
tow my breathing
as ought

a gentle petitioning
takes effect

my senses are hooked back up
and i observe i am sat awkward
; floor and wall
untightening into feeling

(#6)
Floods of relief
supplants the Thaw
bathed of pollution
i peacock my presence
fashioned for new company

(#5)
After the snows
landscape runs conjugal
Decay to Life
I yawn in gelid air
wake to the view

(#4)
man whales on a man
penalty out of law
a violence observed
i bare to get anger  
instead I view cold  

(#3)
courtly on my birthday
a candle forest of flame
blaze of age
marked memories
struggle for the trail ahead

(#7)
a dog night of heat
yet a clear scan of heavens
nourished universe
my mind untravels it all
sleep when I am depleted

(#8)
hot night
yet visible stars
busy creation
inspires thought
delays slumber

all sky up on the mighty
begging of your own boundaries
heady with the ego

you present leadership
insecure
in a blunt tottering charge

an unfastened distraction
fear dominated
  and flinging fear
   as a sense blunting weapon
  scattering the people
cleaving them confused
polarized and susceptible

we met

us two
we met

      pheromone
        mammal
canine and cannibal

      thorough
             in bedlam

    applying echo location
in some sensory dumb world
  of warm liquid suspension

we met

full of exploring
            ballooning growths

        baleen
            each
                      for the other

vetted together from this madhouse populous

antisocially clutted

                                    - asylum & sanctum

my love is gone...
my love has gone next door
my love popped round
to perform frottage with the hedgerow
and lust after the new lawnmower


whilst i built 'The Good Life'
my heart got distracted
it grew a cavernous attraction to the neighbours
and their immaculate lawn

my love is licking their heavy curtains
chasing their well groomed dog
watching their home entertainment centre
and kipping on their sofa
(made comfortable with extra science)
my love has repelled from me
to ****** toward another life
a life neatly removed from a catalogue
and free of creative revolution

i went looking for you tonite
           in some daring fit of vision
i sought after you in my own flesh
i stared through the screen for you
i near blinded myself in a streetlight

i took on a fierce drinking session
                                      - a pounding of the bellows -
                                   i fought for you in the fire fight
and in a blight of fists
        i fought amongst barbarian company...

trench

                          ...though i thought i'd dredged my fill
                   i was shy by many-many shards
            and   one
                    big 
                  aching 
                 glory
                           and still... no you

i stumble

a drenching
i got dazed and a bit ****** up
with sick up in my gory hands
my mates look foreign at me
and i can't  get them words

my friends will not be moulded to assist
treacherous
they are leaving me behind

you are demonstration, demon and a cost
you wear a fancy shiny sleeve
     flirty
i love you
leisured up
                 you lure
                drunken ravage
fierce hole
        take some finance
i earned it *****
CONTAMINANT !

.......this is not you
    you're not here
(i am adamant)

on a mission
i pummel on the veils
in a fusion i rose the dead for a consult
but they fumbled 'bout awkward
much confusion
they picked at their seems
avoided eye contact
mumbled
probably wanted brains
or replacement parts :
a useless summoning

looking for you
i am well travelled
time and space and different versions of stuff
it's been spectacular
i've seen the bulk and can make a bigger picture
this odd fella laughed and gave me some kind of herb
i'm massive
i'm quite mad
in my lunacy I'll hunt you down
moon n' sea
gather you
a study
ungut beauty
splay ; enforce you a spread of wings
  pin
    display
      and examine
I'll be utter with your subject
be thorough with your data
because I'll never be forgiven
thieving away
the god from beauty....
and...
...and...

and i'm sure your just round the corner
a collision in the scriptures
and we'll merge

I'll make the night
      livid mural
stars and crashes
         flee out into the night
jabber
now it is milk
and i am tourist
in my own hand
thought fails fluid
spill
detested
demolition
upheaval

floody gusts of
            fought up clamoury
amour
      and the gums of our armoury
      that our cravy brain sustains
      mouthing
                              ...guppy

every immoral chime
      every grievance
every ventilated crime
           is within place
        yet
        it is not at peace

   a natural allowance persists

  much art makes up cruelty
  (generations in the nursing)
  correct in the wilderness but
  a curdle within The Human Idea

a great work is needed to charm
   to able us harmless
    a reigning
   and rebraining ..
    .. a self applied restriction

                      -    the Whole Wild World wearies of our project
                          ( earn our continuation )

Thirsty Things First
I know you're hurting
  punting through The Pleasure Heap
tough talk of The Ween
whilst keening still
   panting after the next explosion
  the next ***** exploration
the next intoxication
        preening before -
                      -  your darting eye
    the next liberty toward your oblivion

beating on the rough skins
tummy to vibration ;
              the strum
                    that actions
               your cutting heart
wetting out for mammal
i clown on the drums
go to town
vetting out the taughtless thought within you
it's tough
it is trough
seeking you out
your sputting heart
a mation behind the curtain
a certainty somewhere
gulls creation
your bird of weather
your brimstone
your ***** of feather
your tell
your chore
and your wreckage yard
I pass you a code
to rive free your missive
with glee
you can mare
yawn over into public
with folds
scruff
and a sodden little battle cry

I drum for this
I drum for your honest heart
that you can be
locomotion
you can be domicile to yourself
sparkhouse

i reached an age
of accumulation
my peddle          dipping in the spill
flipping over mouthy fishes of notion
gapery

peals of slaughter
palter in my gullety mind
a wet draft
accumulation     not storage
a wounding
working toward a mend

appeals of laughter
                draughts
               life ideals
and witty tongues
        of my lone made mortuary
it is a sorrow in here

if i don't ground this    amalgamation
                                     of thrift after thrift
i shall isolate

if i can manage simplicity
    toward wisdom
             gill
                         i could be staff
                         i could be use
                         i could even become to care

seabirds in flight
skilling and guttering
offence the wind

afford life

one out
        one in ;
                life has afforded you

i dream warm
                 dry
      and wing-ed
about a modern city ;
               a monster
                 sprung to being
                   in one urban print
       (the absence of any organic revision
                                                is occult)

a dominating mind
a commandeering mouth
many adept labourers
in an afternoon of rhythmic effort
erected this :
a raising
an orchestrated coral

                                        - formation

no one hives here
     this metropolis waits....
     empty
it is a bait of 'utopia'
for the next population spate
                     to occupy and ode upon its grandeur
                       in a single arrival of mass gratitude

                                       - composition

here i am
vagrant for company
vacant
a playground
but an echo and a hurt

i step beyond
into a solitary joy

                                        - duction

the preening eye
      the dreamers keep
this city
sake

an endless day of a veiled away sun
projecting a steeped climate
a distil of the figment

                                        - set

i flit my core
    leadless
    over public art
up drainage flumes
balconies
  over rooves
high leaps that do not deplete me
every move energizes

                                        - action

i am naked
each contact is a ****** nudge
i am welling and mammary
blooded
and guided by unassigned swollen parts

i fling my beast higher and further
           until i reach a bell tower
i grip the lightning conductor
          and with the other mitt
                  i directly grab the bells tonsil

tapping the energy of the scape
and my own reservoir
with the command of a primed surge ;
i toll out madly for a mate
bludgeoning a vibration
to sate my urgency
a call placed

                                        - resonate

flush with a cool bloodstream
     i approach a new enemy
my nerves gutted
     and bunged over one shoulder
     ....so i appear
i present an unsure character
     i seem to forget the handshake
     and then feign shamed note of my mistake
a cold observer inside me takes jots
     of my disarmed opponent
his fences vanish
     as i am hesitant in word
     and fumble action
i check his ticks and physical language
     and i don't make any eye contact
     none
     that isn't timid

he'll leave this misinformed
     and poorly fed
upon our next meeting
     i shall be a prepared
     and efficient villain

here is no resume
never was a pause heart
just a dear heart
stringing along
slowing leafily
an idleness is part of movement
to tap out
engage
sup or team
or bead out crying
mortifying in your sleep

jemmy

dream #1
crop
world feasts its red eyes
'who will feed my teeth in war ?'
life scoring decline

turn over in my sleep

dream #2
o
    o
        o
rotation-rotation-rotation
a centrifugal kite

wake up feeling sick and thirsty

i go to the bathroom to refill my glass
i worry on the way
there are not enough disciplines in peace

in the water closet
look through the gaper glass and
re-meet my creature
here i am taking the night to the knife
and keeping my body from the fight
tend to life

i fend my bathroom visit
and turn back for the bedroom

soon i sleep and dream again

dream#3
zoo of fur
the feature beasts scale to freedom
they make for the moors
and become cowed un-exotic by the damp

i'll feel this sad till the morning

I went crazy
I did feral little dances
I acted in ways most betraying
of my previous social stance

but there were others
a multitude
it was the fault of the moon
we are weak and...

Mr. Moon
The Whey-faced Satellite has drawn deck
of our cowered population

on this full beaming night
this Friday
the anaemic loon quaker
is a menace

it lugs ******* the minds most creative

it moulds imagination and felonious thought
where previous their dwelled only a shopping list

it skims hostile cream from the fragile
and kissed wetter still
the most eager berserker

a dance of madness tups open the houses
pucks at our activities
plucks strings that fire our kinetic clatter
and scuppers any will to resist

Human species take the streets in corrosive numbers
A Party like this
shall make a dent
A Party like this
shall be a fist in Our Story
Hosted by the Moon
here I am
in the mix
prancing like some zany goof