31 is a strange time
i lived in my old van
in a big tulips world
the winter´s cold

and the distant clock
cried the pain of man..
i drove my small polish
tractor..in the summer

by the water and dream
it was a blast an scourge..
i well short on word
look askance to what

seemed..sat in the kitchen
with a hot head
and paint
waited for you to visit..

only six minutes can pass and
i have only one finger left
the trick being
i a human being
to look at
this planet through relatively
alien glance
how
well like if you never were here
which soon enough will be there
the case or the whole or just plain
good old nothing bless
that being the case what
bizarre dream
lead us on
to be here and now
golly,of all the moments in space
for me to see
and you to do
all in this nano second..
two minutes
two minituos
two what to do..
sail off for the horizon
head held high
your mit in mine
it even be fine.,.
one minute
runs down
just like the first
and the last..

i)

a butterfly for the
very eye
it made some wild
cry
a whole with
my
eyes

a whole
aye!
t 'was i
blind?
my life
by-

and by..
silently
i, moon
on a
loving see
sighed

a lost child
love tried
I would bide
hide
hi
h

E ar
M usic


all i ever
needed
all i ever
wanted
all
A
ll..

ii)

when i was
small

iii)

now i am
T
all


iv)

a lost soul
bargain basement
sold
dreams soiled
hard boiled
foiled

v)
but music
remained the
same


vi)

that is life

in one picture a woman
on a telephone the lead
which leads to what may
have been a golden mannequin..

her eyes are blind and her mouth
hangs down she looks left..(her left)
the doll stands on the table..
in the heels what look like bullets..

in the second a scene in a washroom
a young man flees clearly affronted..
a woman bespectacled watches his retreating
back..and dries her hands..

everyone is incredible
it goes without saying
everyone is perfect and
dazzling..
everyone is thin...

(taken from a magazine..)

if i were to draw up a manifesto
there would be nothing new
just the same old platitudes!
(so unlikely as the years pass..)

water and electricity would be
in the governments hands..
that goes for  trains and all essential
services..

there would be a building of
houses-at a fixed rent affordable
to all-a decent minimum wage
rigidly enforced..

income tax would fixed at 30 percent
65 and 90..
along those lines..
something to share..

we would make an equable society
vivisection illegal..
like wise poverty
for the old..

and children..
the arms industry
folded
off shore banking
a thing of the past..

teachers treated
with respect and paid
likewise..
likewise  garbage collectors etc..

the nhs would have whatever
it needs..
dentists,vets,lawyers,the city..
would bleed..

there would be howls of protest
from the rich and wealthy but
they may leave..
though there money would stay..

after so many years of their dominance
and just look about..
capital has failed only but the few..
getting fewer..

so a few ideas off the top..
so much fairy dust
still can´t hurt to dream
who knows..

a fight breaks out
amid the tops
and bases
silver and wood
flashes-
(it has been on the
menu no doubt
for a while-)warming
slowly-
rising and fermented
red like tomato
round and sliced
into cheeses
no one really under
stands
screams like mushrooms
abound
pressure and small
spaced for a word
that rings into hurt
anesthetized and away it
goes..

a fine week was had
the day a married
black candle mass
time dawdle
our loved stalked
angel and demon
the devil called
heel warm-
a fly born
and in squash
and in *****
moaning no..
fiery ****** tongue
take the bride upon
the stair
the groom served by
sundry elf
while maiden scent
his self-
spit of toad for
potent
death watch for
content
goblet of newly
born blood
and saw the
dead born
watney´ s pale in
an eight pint
can
red and gold
before the god
the revellers
kowtow
and the girls
vie for a smile
so ennuyer
etched
across his face
evil always
some distraction
a turbid dracula
bored
vice a hold
the betrothed cam
sweet innocent
like starsky
and hutch
naked and bloodied
to the dark one first
rites
right is right..!
crazy horses kicks
off
donny makes a
come back
o scream the tree
crack
through
the clamor
witchs hover
ashine with mire
o higher the crying
the exultation..!
evil the mad one
ah..!
evil made persona
the couple sworn
at each end
scant hors d'oeurvre
to the masters
seed served
cold the
young old
and old..
wine flows
strange going on
in the coat room..
be loved *****
shared..reverence
and shy glance..
our old ice cream
man
strikes up the band..!
thus man and wife  declared
tied and together darkness
with out end..
all cracked raise to health..!
something by sinatra
in the sky yon moon turns
to aversion
the forest weeps
there then the fire
in the eye of
the songbird
there then the
cleansing sweep
of the blackbird
to flight..

a first line an opening line
an introduction..

an ice breaker
a fire starter..

a big bang
block sang..

a holy sign
your hear mine..

do you come here often
a word too soften

a smile..
something interesting

somewhat inane
and at the same time..

some mot juste
some witty expression..

you are cute
you so cute..

dancing thro the night
higher than a kite..

again all my ruddy heart gone
lily you are my lovely poem
with the sick seconds..
put on your cowboy boots..

my heart is some slick stone
a derailed why and when
miaow like a leopard
our love can´t refute..


our love love til all done
til end of everything...
give me cute-
put on your cowboy boots..

a hoopoe flew to  silhoutte
with  snail or such lark..
pivotted a proud head
a grin like a wise  monarch..

it´ s variegated plummage
blackened by twilight´
sigh..
side to side it´ s mischievous
eye..!

and all a rush now away
up and away!
savoured it´ s catch at
the end of the day..

home to it´s roost
in a flurry of detailed
be-
the swallow and hushed
agave..

i


a kestrel
in the agave
looks back at me

(when  or) if
an unstoppable fo
rce
struck

an unmovable
object-
what might be?

i play county
down
now,
f away..

ii

but leave me
soul!
leave me
my heart!!

o beauty
most
o eye of
god

fly like
a wild dream
we must
all

part..
life´s crust
is hard!
for a sweet love

in such delight
truest
sight

the kestrel in the
agave
wants another

but i am old and
rust
i have forgot

sundry jig..
i learned along
trout shores..

iii

my love is
baking bread

lily says
she is fed

up and stoops t
o
dead..

iv


head..
said
lily past

some
latent
blinded

heat
wait
last

one
man
band..

i


all in all
when it comes
down
at the end of
two parts
a smile
or a frown
a brick wall
a white line
ends own
a choice
a refusal
a moments
consideration
smell
silence
the birds
all taken wide
and around
up down
soft stones
i know you
no sound now
have a break
take her nice
and easy
somehow begin
do not sigh..

ii

you take a deep
i want to high
do you recall
o the rail bread
the sanctum
the sunshine
the water crashing
and that small calm
said why
what did you do
no..
yes
i will not say
you will
no i will not
why should i
you say
no you
it is taboo
you
no,you
god
the devil
me
we
they
ah yes they
say
what do they
say
blaspheme
pray
do
don´ t
it
at
that
what
you know
ah,yes
infer
no,call it
me
yes
not they
no
you
no
where is the fun
gone
where
don´ t say
conspiracy
oh ****
here we go
pirates
china plates
when did the rot set
in..
kite
tasty
with a key
and zap
i might have been
happier before the
four stroke
i´ m not sure
it is hard to be
certain
but still we are just
a blooming accumilation
of what has been
and some of that
is not too pretty
if you know what
we mean
but of course
who does
words
are now
and will be
for ever
superfluous
silence wins
that is a common
platitude
lewd
****
yes
can be interpreted
as no
best say perhaps
i think that
is lunch..

all is vanity and the mirror seldom lies
where do we leave us lily smiles
truth and our honesty cries
somehow is away just a while

might as well..
where has the passion
gone..
that kept me top of the
chess ladder 11 conseutive
months..

the salt and vinegar of jennifers mouth
how did more become so less
well that´ s life son
dreams gone south..

ii

back from work
she has performed
her summer time special

bringing home a sick and
poorly animal..
it has only a single eye
and a ****** hole

a cat..
difficult to tell
is it petty to
mention the smell..

it has an infection..
but she put it under
the tap..
i know the routine
by now..

the vet yesterday
the vet next week
day 2
it follows her like
a puppy..

this is what she did
with me
lol..
soon it will be happy..

iii

she calls it stinkey
is that a word even
now we are locked in
so she can get away..

we have had nearly thirty
surprised the landlord..too..
i don´t even take drugs or drink
how durable the human..

but not as strong as this little one
wants to come in..it has food
water but it really wants my room
its lost orb purpling..

now there is ***** spots
but it will come on
only a little cat but
a small victory for love..

now it is crying
its fur is wet and matted
but out of that one eye
so much..

iv

it is siesta and i feel guilty
but football call
of the wild..
i will say on stinky..!

v

oh,the hand of catalan!

all you want is
fair-
(all is fair in love
and war)

an innocence
rare
and the lip
of a *****

it is all very
clear
yet lost and
obscure

a sweet angel
dear
a bitter
cure

a lonely
tear
and the swank
of the jaguar

and your heart
free er
than aire
but amargar..

and yet why not-?!
don´t think about it-no,
all our lives to regret
and repent-

do if we do or
don´t if we don´t..so,
up to my good self
not you..

as a child i had my toys,
as an adolescent a comb,
as a teenager nothing,
in my twenties a guitar

a bag and a walkman..
in my thirties an old ambulance,
in middle age more of the same..
now, i am 63,books, etc..

as if withered
black and red
war is coloured

nothing
man will fight
over

to the last drop
the different
the similar-

name it..
music
heaven

hell
sea shells
bored?

all on board!
pointless
war

pointed
too
what else

to do
words
general sentiments

old and new
let the blood
por..

favor
pour
coagulate

a world of
hate
and love

and then
we can wonder
anew..

a small trip down through the winding way down some serpentine stone
every moment accounted for with the rest of the populace and all alone..

down the road with the gas station right and the distant distance stance-
hazy mountain first taken and the seething teeth of the milling ant..

i crossed with great aplomb with that hat trash grin of the genius..
rose the sliding door of dark still gulped and touched my *****..

into the hush into that great blackness of dazzling blithe colour
i thought what do i want..what..before the  reaper  bone

carried me off..what do we  want..?mushrooms are down
that little *** of stuff incredibly annoying not much for less than

a dollar..there is decorum and order..there are ******* clad women
a secure i t y..house and job a good education for our children..

bread and shelter round the corner not so much some ice cream..
****** corpses litter the way ..mmm..

yes,it´s well to remember what we have to remember ..
eggs milk and some very cheap beer..

and that rather ***** old told sorry toad-a future..
who to tell?a short stay in hell..was that rimbaud..?

he was a gun runner..now,a lemon in which to stick
peppers to keep the flies away..love and kisses

that is free..toms are cheap and rich in me..
what else..i wish to die when i please..

that seems to be a basic human right..
some cold drinks for it is hot..

some human way off to the cashier..
is that all..now..

a sophisticated double negative
ensues a devastating clarity..
and a few lines on a train
why comely

fine england
touched by an
autumnal wand..
song

to barren sparkle
gold the shiver from
the gods..
(prom
around the bend
come by dream´ s winter..!!!)

astrix..a child´´ s poem..another
good one from twigzy..

i


a strange time
but the same
all the same
i still miss
red wine
how i loved
that abandoned
safe spacing
lifting of pain
a button
in my brain
clicking off
or on
here am i
again..!

ii

i would read
the russians
their suffering
brought solace
so understanding
drink and lie in bed
clair de la lune
thank you


iii

a)

auntie mabel
said
they
would
hang me..

being
from
wales
poetically

a lilting
prophesy
(a prediction
common
among family)

b)

i was bemused at
the time
we sat in the bar
red wine

dribbled off her
chin
hang me..
why..

she said she knew
not why-
why is a sin
i was eleven
or ten..

a

auntie mable said to me
said they would hang me..

coming from wales
and poetically placed

(her lilting prophesy
common amid family..)

b

i was bemused at the time
we sat in the bar..red wine

dribbled off her chin
she ****** back in

hang me why
she knew not why

why is a sin
why is a sin boy..

the summer is coming to a finish
the anti-bite sits golden..

the dwindling at the sand-
an extra blanket at hand..

the blue swallow flies south
scattered showers on red roof..

we breath relief..
cool the devil´s tooth..

then sad au revoirs
see you next year..!

the air picks at us..
but soon dry our tears..

i


a walk about towns
lily be crowned
great godess
to bed airwares on..parenthesis
perchance to dream in
splendour and innocence..
shared the family of man
when more is less..
when we live free of fear
and intimidation
when violence against
women
be uncommon..
we safe in our home
where human rights
exist..
for everyone
where we own
ourselves
body and soul..

ii

a little bird sings
outside her window
through the pale
dawn´ s light..

she says in oblivion
where she does not
know
where there´ s a
way..

iii

where we on a wing
where love the day
where night bring
hope so..

where the moment
the pauses
truth our meditations
and free lost cause

where equalities
where dreams
like sheep count
she smiles..

iv

where concord is
obvious and profound
like the blue bus
lily laughs..exclamation

like a little bird..
tucks her head
turns and goes
on in search

of the right word
the juste mot
where we like ourselves
o she says
the music stopped..

i

*******!-lily broke  a boot
lace..
a newt-like despondent
face

racked to the very
core
she wobbles to the utility
draw-

(first a  **** upon
the mead-)
-batteries,string,
beads


pens and pencils
copper
post card
cassete-the cure

a skewer for
potatoes
egg timer
timeless

plenty of fluff
dust
mastermind
cusses-

ii

the string hangs
in indecision
consider a
bangle

kicked and bangs
the woodwork at
an incongruous
angle

iii

on the table
meanwhile,
her solitary
boot sits
like me-
a hole for a
sole,
hung with a
lost
tongue,
kind of old
and worn
frayed and
torn
but optimistic
like crows
neither black nor
white..
we will wait..

iv

an adagio for string(s)
folded in two
love becomes
one

she looks like cloud(s)
is there enough to
go round?
always..

samuel barber

be a poet or not
do or delete
amount
the same
a hill of beans

plus
or subtract
abstract
a drop in

the ocean
to hung
purple
naked

from
a nearby
pole
dark as a coal

by the moon
upside
down
or a nice

cup of tea
not really
much difference
older one is

ii

why sail it into
an iceburg..
leonardo would
never be allowed
into first class
that kind of spoilt
it..
love may transcend
the class barrier
but not a skanky irish
artist..
still,kate was game..

iii

love will transcend
anything
this is patiently
obvious..

excuse me
this rather bland
observation
and a rather

bad..
i am smashed
excuse me
go at the irish..

gosh.
when it comes
to that..
yes
love will transcend..!

beaten by the machine
my heart wear thin
never fear wise hearts
there is always the sun