...the proeltariats revolted?
   ...the Sun exploded
       ...the government gave out free money
          ...everyone became honest
             ...you chose me.

'I like you' she said to him
He replied 'You're the best'
'But are you cheating?' she asked of him
He replied 'Not yet'.
'It could never work' she said to him
He replied 'O.K.'
'Do you even care?!' she asked of him,
He replied 'Well I didn't mean....I meant nothing'
She said ' I understand'.

The law is cool
Rules are groovy
We abstain
From certain acts;
Irreverent acts.
The entropy of the
Directorate
Is increasing
The enthalpy
Near boiling.

When the world turns upside down
Because of a computer virus
Who ya gonna call?
The magical IT department.

On horses of cabled veins
They charge to vanquish
The evil that lurks inside
The internet.

White flags blowing in the breeze
Always on hand and
Well educated
But miserable in their own way.

if there were better things to do would there be any poems?

Dark and light come dreams
Weaving fantasies
Interlacing themes
How I love my dreams

Dark and light come dreams
Tightening the seams
Cream of the creams
How I love my dreams

Dark and light are dreams
Reality it seems
Lies in low esteems
How I love my dreams

The dance of the dancers is
Light and free
The skirt go whoosh

One watcher frowns,
He is frowned upon.
And pulled away

Another criea and they
Check first: happy or sad?
"Sad" they take him

Where they go
The narrator knows
To be treated

Treats.

Made of dark African wood
The shell is a lid to a shallow
             Box.
The turtle
Has a painted shell
Dots of red and yellow
Bought years ago when just a teen
No doubt an ungiven gift
Now a
Memento.

I shouldn't have let you go, that night, to that party. That was where it all started to unravel. 'She kissed me'.
Or did you kiss her? Did you let her, encourage her?
I used to be a part of our we but now it is I who am scathing,
I who am alone.
I can't stop thinking of all the ifs and buts, if she hadn't been so drunk,
If I hadn't gotten into a funk,
If we were still together
Would we be
                         Happier?
                                           Even just happy?

It'snot for me to say
Time just keeps on going and the days pass me by and you are with
someone new now.

'Be there, in the park by the lake. by three
Or we're through'
I paced my room
I ruminated disconsolately,
Would being through be so bad?
Was I squandering my life?
It came quarter to and I left
I thought 'If a bus comes,
And I get there on time,
So be it'.

The bus came, and I turned the other way.

Standing at ease,
It never swings, there is no beeeze
I can see his ffootsteps
Overdrawn in the morning light

****** tie it theatre knot
     Seductive lick it with tongue red hot
Desire the lust ages, cakes will rot
     Sweat the sheets to clammy faceless knot
Gruelling physicality a god's revenge
    Aphrodite wept in tears of stone rock
Previous encounters must be avenged
     ****** always creeps up to bow shock
Toes curl and fingers grapple at air.  
     Heave him over turned right way about
Grabbing for something solid, hair
     The mouth wants to shout it out
Happiness sublime an easy win
      It beats those that just stick it in

The window reflects me reflecting
Beyond: bin men work.
I catch my reflection and look away,
I see my own hands, a folded dove.
A bang from without
A mechanical purr
A cat runs through my mind. The child,
How will I tell her?
Standing, the doors absorbs me,
The window is unattended,
If only there were nothing to tell,
But there is.
And the truth always gets out
                        Somehow.

"Who clapped?"
           He scratched the sweat under the wig.
                     "Who clapped?"

The tent rustled in the breeze,
Breeze from what?

"Tell them it's ok"

                     And he left.

With closed eyes I see
Chandeliers swinging free

                A dream

my belongings number three
Plate, spoon and aged setee.

Underlit by a candle
             Lightbulb reflections

Warming frozen hands
Lips smattering

Intettwining destinies

            Hands wrapped round
            No sound

In speaking, I, you respond with one word
                      Good.

I smile.


We, to each another, chat,
Chitting.

You a quiet man make
I, a quiet other

Together
                    Intimacy

Ham and chicken
And butter smoothed out,
Coleslaw.
Pots of tea for the crowd
Gathered
They walked from the church

To the house empty
Of his noise.
Cheese falls to the floor.

Streaking
                          By
Naked as the sun.

Cramping legds their crying
Like the babes, lying
In their mothers' arms
What are the charms

Which parents ensnare
Like poisonous air
Be witched to reproduce
Nature's silent truce

Though you die you can live
Vicariously and give
What makes you, you
To another imbue

The train halts brakes squealing
Interlocking carriages feeling
Each other and the air
Signal lights stare

And the track opens up before us

I am girl who sits on the bottom step of the stair
At parties
Who no-one knows how I got there
The girl who passes up conversation
The girl who twists her hair around her thumb
Then puts it in her silent mouth

I am the girl who gets passed by
Plain hair and plain eyes
I am the girl who lives for tomorrow
Who sees the stars as they are

When I came in that night I found
Only rembantsHed strewn around
He'd fled and left me behind
On pretence: "needed to unwind"

Trembling sideways
The flower in the breeze
No fear of uprooting

My four orbiting stars
You are my everything
When times are hard you
Shine on

When times are dark you
Raise the curtain

When I am alone
You speak to me
My family
My everything

A visible shroud, all over me it says JOY.
In the crypt of a vampire, immense, hoisted bat entrails.
It's a kite, he is making, the wind wants to feel it.
The wind likes to move about, implore.
Prevailing winds, guide the rope's direction.

I strove for freedom more than before, forgot limits,
Now the kite can fly beyond the night, it will be jealous,
High above, in the sky, untouched by evil pride.
I am not soft hearted, prone to emphatic shivers,
But in a thousand pieces I hear every sound.

I love this earth and am reminded by the sights below,
All the birds of various descriptions, fly too,
those feather fingered sisters, they are often in pain,
Like farmers milling the sky underwing.

A cloud is a wall, then a room of purest white,
On fly the birds and on flies the kite,
On many lands falls our shade, life is below,
Now is the time to be soft hearted, swirl in torrents.

In all the days and ages gone by,
    How do we record the time,
It seems therein hereof to fly,
    And freezes, only embossed in rhyme.
To live forever and plus that day,
    Is not so impossible in truth,
Though we can scarce predict our own way,
    Angels write our lives for flute.
Envy will these tales incur,
    Such that the future long for past,
And we, the passed, lie demure,
    Dice of present lying cast.
Toward an even field of life,
In tomes that, to a word, all strife.

The tree stood like a soldier at ease,
Like a slowly exploding electric wire,
Like dendrites grabbed out of the brain and magnified,
Like a shout becoming a thousand whispers,
Like a train track diverging,
Like a telephone pole,
Like a shoelace untying,
Like deaf people clapping,
Like a book with the pages leafing in the breeze,
Like an umbrella defying the sky,
Like a policy splintering into regulations.

A is for all, over which I govern,
B is for brighter as is every tomorrow,
C is for children whom I shepherd kindly,
D is for damnation, now ye fear.
E is for everything which I created,
F is for fun which is limited,
G is for goodness which triumphs,
H is for happiness; a quaint idea,
I is for ignorance, I loathe it so,
J is for jolly as are my followers,
K is for knowing of which I have all,
L is for laughter, the sweetest song,
M is for malevolence which I condemn,
N is for no-one who I will not forgive,
O is for omnipotence which I wield sparingly,
P is for poverty, which is a necessity,
Q is for quiet where the angels sing,
R is for religion, all tied together,
Sis for stolen like my purity,
T is for thieving which demons do,
U is for universality,
V is for your voracious appetites,
W is for worldliness supreme,
X is for X-rays, a simple discovery,
Y is for you who I love,
Z is for zero, a notion blessed.

A dark and murky irky
Girl
Skipped down a winding stair

She coiled a bright red ribbon
Through her plaited
Hair

The girl is an angel
She alights at loneliness
She brushes your hand

And whispers
That life is just unfair.

The talk and walk
And breathe and balk
They sing their joys
They invented toys

I love them

Melting, changing
From one form to an effervescent other,
From one state bifurcating to its brother,
Loving the unwilling
Jumping the **** of potential
Avast.

They switch obedience
To new laws that are on them dependent
In new behaviour they are resplendent
Learning about what to do
Minimising the expenditure
Is a common feature

We can thus trace the world
To a simple origin
A simple
Non specified origin
That bends our minds
And bends out measuring sticks
Nonsensically

What one trick could be the cause of the manifold

We pile them high
The slush taking shape
The sky made solid
In our hands.

Every one young or old
Likes to fabricate
The form

Armies would they be
If, like in cartoon,
They could attain conscious
Motion

But alas they are doomed
Like so many of us
To melt and evaporate
And return to whence they came

In the big melt
The sum's rays glinting
Fiery inferno
Causing gentle curving,

Maketh ice
Which forms puddles
Which give way
To earth.

They float and flit from nether to hither
Thither and thereabout they float
Watching our attempts to cope.

They are the ruling emotions
The guiding wise mind
Guide ropes of the ocean

The ocean of life.

The world is a wall
And bricks are tumbling outwards
Putting your hand on the right one
Will save you.

After the start
Follows the middle
It sneaks and creaks
On old floorboards
Nail scratching
Clawing it's way
Towards the now

Life is a series of events on a timeline. It is unknowable and mysterious. It cannot be created from nothing but only from itself. Life comes from life comes from life.
I like to think of the future. Of the mind reading machines and teleportation. In the future they will laugh at us. We are so stuck.
Living is a part of life and it happens in an unstoppable way. Living just happens to life.Living can be great or not great, we say things we don’t mean and we hear things we don’t understand and we plod along.

Streaming listlessy
Irrational rain
Less or more pain
I don't know

The spring in my face
The time to chase
The passages on my cheeks
Seems a waste.

Bony body writhing stomach
Bubbling, boiling.
Mind inside it hiding,
Rupturing, recoiling.

Come out to dance at midnight
The moon is full
Of sorrow.

A small word
Three letters across
Often followed by that number
We all know: the one

A member of the dictionary
A jaunty little fellow
It holds it's own
Beside adjectives

It lives near trees and
Other thing with t's.

Glowing on your camisole
Reflections cast doubt
On your role
As my suitor

Old time word
Still fresh to speech
Dead concept
Mouldy peach

There is no time to stop and stare
It was not me, I was not there
I ran away, I caught the wind
I never let the truth rescind

In morning news I buffer
In evening nap I stutter
In transcendental modes
I mutter.

This is a human isobar
They do not touch
The pointsof equivalence
Connect linearly

Lovers leap
The rest of us
Try to catch a glimpse
Of their compass.

Poems of selfindulgent love are running through my head
Poems like these of private peeves make me wish I was dead

A metre that sways
in slow rolls
and drags the heart
through sopping towels
when you didn't answer
my text.

For example.

These are the words that are not free flowing,
Their being shaped by the slow eroding
Of "newsfeed" sliding down throats
Into expressing these strange empty emotions,
Projected from screens onto beings,
Rouses in me
A Confusion Profusion.

I am not a hopeless romantic,
Nor am I inviting your listless affection
By a farcical pretense of denial,
Take note.

A life defined by love is,
To me,
Rather silly.

Love is not the goal,
It is however
The mediating language of all really human transactions.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go **** yourself.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
I don't follow.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
You can't generalize like that.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
All conflict in the world cannot be attributed to a single root.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That requires the assumption that, basically, all human values are the same.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is very naive of you.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is because communication and language are the only means of expression and different words acquire very different meanings not only from culture to culture but even profession to profession.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That's why the government is investing in that new fibre internet.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Well of course, all human values are essentially the same.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
It's actually a lack of technological progression that restricts us from contacting aliens.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Religious conflict is far more complicated than that.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go to Hell.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Yes

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
No

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
What do you mean?

Looking over garden fences
They see and steal the stones
Fishing in the ponds from benches
They operate alone

One turns to the other
Speaks in a triangled tongue
The other turns its back
And says what should be sung

One withdraws its claws
The other is likely to pause

He was struck and the noise
Was a gong
Calling me to my senses
He is gone

He fell for me
I fell over
It was lucky
Four leafed clover

In his mind I used to stroll
He never bothered
To share how he felt
Though he shared much

As the ending
I left him
He was sitting alone
Tear streaked

My own tears
Were slow to fall
In his wake
I lost it all

Poured over the ground
Settling into stillness
Lasting lifetimes

Goo that prevents
Flowers from growing

From me to you
No intercept
Please

Quiet message
Private
Unobstructed meaning
Meaning
Private