Sun but
Snow?

Ah, cherry blossom

Falling like poppies

Recalling now
Your smiling
Lips
And smileless
Eyes

That day
I loved you---------

Oh

Of course

(The river soil
Runs
Oceanwise)

Of course if
(with freezing hands)

Your foot slips
Into the stream-
Sing like the
Dandelion

Releasing seed.
Thanks to tree
To soil
To love
Thanks to

Whatever

Makes you....

There is no
Difference between

The ***** and the moon

No mote in eye
And genius

No empty girl
Eternal

And glutton belly-
Full.

Love this-

This all

This dichotomy of
Failure and war
And deep dark
Kisses of adodelscent
Ardour.

I love you and hate
Hate and love me back-
Psssh you and I both nothing there is none-
Differentiation-
Stone in the shoe

And

Divine

Dimpled space
Quotation marked until

Knowledge-
Language
Run out.

Trackless wandering
Star to star

Outside galaxies
Staggering sun
To sun

Fog navigator
Streetlamp puddle up-
Sun to sun

Octopus tentacles
Fully engaged-
Alive

Paving slab sheen
Streetlamp puddle
Midnight rain

I slept
In a womans womb-

Good place
To sleep

It to be good

But it is is not?

Late rose
That moist rot rot
But beautitiful still.

My old ladies.

Lovely.

In a scented garden
Bees bow into
Flower-heads.

Pigment on canvas
Leaves drying points
To scratch the
Finger-tips.

A woman places herself
In this scene.

Far-off,
Precipitous buildings cling,
Spider on a wall

And long tree line between.

Ochre
Reddish brown mingle
Subtle essence of
Feminine.

Birds bow,
Bees bow
And man too bows-

Adoration of
Mysterious earth
And miraculous

Causeless

Creation

Who is the one
In lonely.

From fifty years
All that first love.

Sniff

Raise the hammock-

Beware the coco-nut-
Monkey twisting fruit
To land.

I shall praise the utter
Beauty and efficacy

Of non-doing.

Sen me to the mountain!

All that energy
Per cell

All that prisoned

Prismed
Energy

Ready from
Each cell
To



BURST!!!

Orange leaves
Decorate
The door mat

O the song of the soul
Breaks into a thousand
And one
Butterflies.

Infinite drumming of wings
Transforms tattoo to
Martial march,

The stomp of boots on cencrete,
War, boys, war,

Joy of young man and
Weapon,

Chaos unleashed by the old and
Impotent

On the head-tops

Butter softens and melts
And slides around the body
And slips between live slices
To internal organs

And in a gentle
Somersault

Hearts revolve and redden-
Arteries untangle and the
Pump beats
Tattoos

In the centre
This i
Of this infinity
Which knows
No centre.

Rust and dust flow rivered
In time honoured ways

As if movement meant
That centres shift

And that this i,
Laughingly called,
Pretends
An only bell,
Audible to all

Unreal

Stubbed toe
Too soft shoe

Final interaction

Body in extremis
Meeting hard-edged world

Knot in cherry trunk
Seeping amber.

Insect form
Emboldened forever.

Hitched a ride,
Dark matter.

Overtook light to the
Edge of expansion.

Over the edge to the
Beige beyond.

Nothing there, no-where.

Came home.

Home?

Homer.

Penelope you sit weaving.

Where?

Floating above
A silken sea-

Gielgud reciting
Poems-

A universe my
Little concertina

4
Above, beyond

Below, undoing

3
Slight bulging of scales,
Ache then piercing and
Calcified nails emerge imperial.

Even from pre-beginning,
Post universal end-

A yearning for mountain,
For cave,
For cooling pool of crystal stream-

Soothe sore red skin
And quench a fiery thirst.

2
Before his eyes,
Reversed-
Limbs shorten
Thicken and bend with
Muscular torque.

Scaled and horned tail
Slides from burgeoning spine

And face elongates
Reptilian.

Ears bone and twitch
Unnervingly.

Walls are no barrier
And, blood engorged
He ***** and takes flight
So fast above earthen
Atmosphere,

Frolicking midst star and
Galaxy and over expanding
Universe to the

Beyond

1
Mike
Adam
Awoke to find
He had transformed
Into a dragon.**

His snoring had set
The bed alight.

He rose quickly.

Melting a toothbrush,
His wings flapped,

Mirrored.

Held down his whole life,
Finally-

He decided to fly

Robin on cemetery wall

Red breast swelling

Over the dead

On small boats
Beneath high swells

Seeking cash from fish.

Smashing through
Wild white horses,
Spray splashing
The face.

Headway or sinking,
Journey in stasis

Undertow

Overtone.

Feet on terra firma
Shaking from
Quake

And unseen particles
Shooting throughout.

Body tone
Muscle song

And the dissolution
Of being.

When the eye becomes

SUN

The moon flutters

Consent

Mountain water plashing down steeply through and over rocks.

Somersaulting obstacles

Life so easy without resistance

And the cool pool below to venture through,

Sea beckoning a million leagues below.

Restlessness
Rested
And the slow
Fast tumble into dark

Inhale my nostril,
Give/take life
For
From
Me.

Young Adam
Made of self

Of other,

How long
Such generation
Re-makes
A man

No movement-

Still

In a building;
Head shrinking,

Wrinkles out-
Lining

Small perspective.

Expansive dream of
Yesteryear

Distilled in a single

Tear

Just slip out the back
Union Jack

Meat is just grass

Muscle only mind.

One white bull
Four black cows

One green field
On mountainside

Seagull you can
Soar and dive and
Squawk,
Multi-tasking.

You may squabble in the

Air

Or sit serene on

Water

Or waddle on land

Take food from trash
Or fish the sea.

O seagull how you are

So unlike me

Whatever the world says

Whoever you are

Is fine

No light-
None-
Then-

A billion years-

A glimmer-
How I yearn to hold you

There is nothing

In the way

Out of flanders mud
He crawled

Dulce et decorum est

Over southend pier i trudged

Pro patria mori

Out of a silly solar
System

How far to to go?

Out of a silly
Brain pan

How lovely
To know?

Earth a blue dot

I a white dot.

Deaty not to be feared

But enjoyed

Light of sun
How small am i?

Infinite space with
Small objects.

Very little chance
For voyager to crash.

So little chance for
Mike to meet

The woman

Born on the river

King Thames.

Floated to the estuary.

Time to die

Or return?

Salmon

In the essence

The out of time
Being

Try to love

All of the atoms,
Molecules

Coalesce in me.

We are universe.

Joy.

Full moon
Again

Darling moon in
Such a hurry

Through the years

Base foul mud
Ships struggling by

I hate the music
Of motorbikes.

Longing for the life
Of bacterial
Galaxy  travelling

Where is moon
Is she hiding?

Thought you would
Come to me

But I cannot see you.

Tears furrow
An unwashed face.