The heartless ghost beat round and round out heads,
We clung to the four posters of our beds,
Set sail, a mocking bird to guide
We sit and shriek, enjoy the ride

The moon takes us all for fools
And knocks us to the seaweed soft
Bones of dead fish obey no rules
We hold scuffed trophies all aloft

Then tumbling like the **** that blows
Across the desert far from here
Yet moon seed all and tells us so
Whisperers torment our ears.

Then snapping with a sudden jolt
A burst if light from lightening bolt
The weary dream lifts and we
Share in realtime misery.

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.

I lunge along my path my way
Keeling forward day by day
The indolence of my surrounds
Renders my feet to the ground

Laughter like bellow grunt
Skipping is my featured stunt
Following the very clouds
Oftentimes I think aloud

I am the jester that you know
The crank that always steals the show
Pranking, yanking underwear
Descending an imagined stair

You laugh I cry inside I die
Outside I breath and watch it fly
For what is death but just one side
Of two that holds our life inside

Going to ground around around
A pint of flesh for every pound
Will you sing a song with me?
Oh dee doodle deedle dee.

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.

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

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

Mulled wine is fine to rhyme
Gingerbread lattes are not.

Custom t-shirts are coming through the mail
But look faintly ridiculous that n females

Wrapping paper and cards
Soft flakes of charred
Candle wicks
Flick
Er.

Ministers minister
Naughtiness is sinister

Tree s go up and needles go down
The outside comes in the chimney

Merriment, capitalisms
Food banks, homeless kitchens

The brave are all swimming in the sea.
Not for me

Fleet foot float
Fool flotsam flakes
Foal fairly fried
Finish fine fugue
Freshen farted farce.

She was tale frail and green
Distinctly unseen
My eye caught her antennae
She moved closer and whispered
In the wrong language
I balked
Funny how the word for Martian
Exists

Body pops, tendons crackle and
Joints are made of plasterboard
Birds echo in his ears
A glance fills nietzhan buckets
A step stops, halted.
Neurons glitter in the dark lids
He sits she falls he cries.

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

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

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.

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.

She sits and ponders
What she might do
Gets nothing right
Falls out of love
With life

She reads books
Attends sessions
A bystander
Empty handed

If and if only are her motifs
She writes in sans serif

Streaking
                          By
Naked as the sun.

The tide of turning stones has fallen gallicly from the sky
Strings bind us and heaven
Has gone slack

The inner mind in turmoil
Says one man leaves one cometh back
IS MY PERCEPTION
only in my brain?

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

Nobody no longer contains the desire for unrefinity
The urge to tap into the void smacks of divinity
What exists in its place in the flesh market place
Are bartering skill sets and chocoalte puddings
When confronted by an invisible elephant
The people, in consensus, turn away
This happens within the day to day
The elephants march on, heedless vessels
Turbans floating downstreat, mainstream.
****** babble replaces conversation
Emblamatic gestures infiltrate the realm of the symbolic
The priests have all taken off their underwear
And the women are putting their brasiers
Back onto their chests, underneath their shirts
Blouses are burnt.
Toast is burnt.
Jams are being made by machines, horses do have dreams
Jelly and ice cream make delicate farts
Ghosts live in pipes and buy and sell art
People whose names are Horace or Rupert
Have been decommisioned
And the stories are locked in pie dishes
And the tale remains the same.
Remember, that future archeologists will exist.
Excavating sites will bring us all
To the kingdom of devon
In the beautiful future of documented tales
Which we are building for
Inside the spaceships.
When ponies are invalid and germs become common currency
Know that it will be time to fly your pillow cases as flags

There were some birds all prancing round,
With tidy foot and fettered thigh,
Upon the grey and dusty ground,
Leaves blew round in wind's fair sigh.

The birds knew nought of deeds of men,
Who crawled through bush with rifle high,
Their thoughts were with the pretty wren,
Who went, the daffodils, right by.

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.

I dreamt we were together
Like we almost were
We spoke of love
A dream I still remember
More or less the same
Most nights
Since we almost were
Four years ago
Do you think of me?

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.

Trembling sideways
The flower in the breeze
No fear of uprooting

'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'.

Oppositely drectioned forces
Make a whirling pool
They drag in and out the particles
From the vacuum

The array of choices
Lies unread locked away
It requires interest
Entropy waylays

The diagrams are skewed
In a wind inward
That is captured
In line of word

The pull is downwards
Arbitrary assignations
Make that so;
Graphite legitimations

The seconds become minutes become hours,
I wait,
The days stretch to weeks,
I hate,
To wait.

For a bus for a plane
Yet I am no nearer
To expounding my love for you


            I wait.

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

We wrap up warm
Avoid the outdoors
Try not to snivel
Forget our tissues
Cough in clouds of steam
Take the bus
Sit beside the radiator
Relish hot showers
Never sweat

Feeling comes in short, sharp stabs,
Kneeling make my girth swing around me,
Stretching up reveals the line of my ribs,
No one is watching.

You, who should, could
Be watching, from that chair, there.

The world has torn my world into ice cubes
Come crashing from a tray
Epidermis blistering from the sudden

Cold

Words are like birds
Some more beautiful
Some impossible to catch

They fly into the sky
They are wonderful
There is no match

They say words make us us
They say they say

Sighs escape and float
down
Breath is the gateway

Sighs from the belly
Sighs from the throat

Lifting the chest
Throwing out the belly

A secret contained
Intercept the message

The electron buzzed about the nucleus.
Wasn’t that what humans called a family unit?

The proton of course is bigger, and not really just one thing. The neutron accompanies the proton everywhere it goes. Electrons are much freer, in theory. They can zip away along a metallic wire given half the chance. But until they get that chance they’re bound at a distance.

She rarely saw the other electrons, life was mostly her in empty space alone with her thoughts.