How to hold this rage,
To keep belly-fire
Burning

In righteous anger

As manifold wrongs
Surround.

How to keep this rage
When love balm
Overflows
To calm the furnace

From single cell
Floating

To diversity

Wild rice to
100 varieties
This mono-culture
Anti-nature

Reverse evolution
From multi-form to

Simpleton

Nary a rime
On the grass-

Barely a ****
In the trees

Hotter and
Wetter
Each passing
Winter-

When will this
Be Mars?

Scattered thoughts
Escape the pen
Of reason.

All along a
Sinuous trail
Is laid,
Snail slimed,

Easily followed
Yet utterly devoid
Of meaning.

One day
Focus
Shall gimlet point

To the core
Of snail shell,
Fractal,

Shall return
Wildcats to the
Source-

To the reason
For thinking-

For...

I sense your
Fragility
Unpainted lady

Wings frayed from
Flight through
Storms of static

Voice flutters
Digitised,
Fragmented

Subtle beauty noted

I acknowledge too
The strength of
Your journeys,
Of
One who migrates

Across continental drift
Through dark tunnels
Of despond

Yet with
Psychic power
And mothering love

Surmount all

I call too
If you may
Hear...

When vague
Unsatiated
Lusts
Float across
Flush pink eyelids
Closed
Against harsh
November sun

I open to note
A burnt orange leaf
Leaving its branch

In flight unknowing
Where
When
To land

Look how open
Rings of softwood
Fresh cut
From farmed forest.

Straight tree from
Straight row,
Inability to

Look
Feel thousand
Year oak, old
Gnarled wood
Useless

Weeping amber
Through thick
Bark look
And feel

As drought years
Tighten rings
And
Wet
Fast growth of
Sunshine,

Canopy galloping to light.

Build house marry ring to
Swollen finger

Construct seat
Table

Young wood and all
The paraphenalia of pretence

Live good
Happy life

But I shall nestle,
Look, feel
Half eaten oak and

Soak my soul
In history

I saw you
In new forest

Bhodidharma

In the folded bracken

All that
4 love

Important architecture
Of the soul

Forgot it

Only now

These words
Come from
No knowhere

Before unformed

After
Free

(To you
To you only)

This a silly
Unaware
Conduit

What i am

And in the fluid
Between
Your old skin

And the new

I float
Snake lady.

Will i be discarded
Or retained
To glory

In the shining
Diamond

New

You

O tree
In your
Small curls

Fly rings
Of history

You are the moth
In the fabric
Of my being

Full of holes

I cover
Inadequate
Naked soul

We are the rodents
Of evolution

Eating herbiage to
Incubate machines

T. Rex
Admire this
Handiwork

Soon no flesh
Shall be torn

No shattered souls
Nor hearts of
Young girls

(Young girls I
Repent and
Weep for you)

Revolving digits shall
Overtake

The unopposable
Thumb

Dragon
Swallows
Tail

Left arm
High

My boy Jack
Caramel and honeyed

Union of
Opposites:

Twenty-five
Years
Beyond odysseus

Wandered from you.

Your mother,
No penelope

My picture
Disfigured

Darted
Wounded

Cursed I roam
Wine-dark aegean.

Suitors succeed
And you are
Lost to me.

Goodbye telemachus

River boat gambler

Pencil moustache
Shoestring tie

How I picture you

Jack of hearts

How the ladies
Swoon

Then may we
Triangulate-

I here
           You there

And these odd
Angles

Give a third
Point

Four dimensional

Where collision
Becomes

(It becomes
Your lovely
Face)

Inevitable-

This the history
Unrecorded-
Unhappened

Happy union
Of opposites

Of the serpent
Swallowing
Tail

It rains diamonds
On saturn

Perhaps these scales

Irridescent in
Hard light

Emanate from there.

Momma bear twirls
In white ecstatic dance
On polarised ice

Cub rotates in
Pirouette
Waiting to eat

This fish flops
At your feet

Gasping for air

Emboldened
Sacrificial protein

(Left igloo
Unaware

The raging gale
Blew away my hair)

Piscine bone
Zen marrow
Offered

My all my all

With
Hybrid
Genes you
Lack connective
Tissue

Body
Bones
Fall apart

Stones and earth
Provide
Emblematic deaths

In overcrowded
Cityscapes

Bewildered by
Your goddess names

I bow
Fish-like

Hooked on
Venerable
Devotion

I refuse to worry
Mercurial one

Your accidents are
Planned to the
Finest detail

Scorched by
Moonshine
You flutter
And float
About lake and
Mountain

A wilderness of
Spirit urges
You down

And yet up you
Bob
A float

Fish bring
Hooks
To your feet
In homage

Some mountains pretend
They are unmoving

Their subtle lie
Pretends to permanence.

We are apart
For some reason
I cannot fathom

But trust
The chi

Do not want
You in
Virtual reality

No breath on
My neck

Your flesh
Vibrates alive

Unrepresentable

Now that life has
Scattered

To the ten
Directions

Blown by winds
Of change
Of chance

How

Where shall
We once more

Coalesce?

I swirl galaxies
In a fit of pique

Soothe exo planets
Locked in orbit

Blow gentle air
From hot face
To freezing rear

This I
Centre of centreless
Space

Dimple in the chin
Of directionless
Being

Entire universe
Mere metaphor

Of how This I
May feel
Right now.

This vaunted ambition
These vaulted palaces

Celebrants all of

This I that
This I calls

God as a two year old
Stamping mighty feet

This nothing at all
This whatever
This I
That is what it is

And loves only
This I

Clash of flint
Against flint

Spark inspiration-
Sharp intake of
Cold cold breath

(Drawing on walls
Fair game-
New directions)

Made me a cave
Dug by hand and
Ax

To drag a mate
Cozy and sweet

Burn briar and herbs

Tame lion and wolf

All fingers
And opposing thumbs.

Standing upright,
Loser of all I survey

Surrender to the dance

And praise

Praise praise

Crocus lost
Halfway down
A dusty field

Saffron
Intelligence

Golden rice
Sustaining
Body

Simple thing

Walking soflty

Rice-papered

On one summit
Among the myriad
Mountains

Ups and downs
Of the hiker

Crawling valley
Pilgrimized

Leaping crevass
Energized

Climbing huff-
Puffing

Downslope
Freewheeling

Each dawn
Each sunset

Uniquely
Surprized

Oscillate, particles-
Vibrate, separate-

Cosmic body transcend
Space and time

The small resides
Here/there
All at once

Yet this lumpen flesh

Sits immobile
Leaving my love
All alone.

Stubborn matter-
Spirit made form

Obey the leader
And leap forth

Leap I say
From the net of
Real

To the Romantic
To the Ideal

River one gulp
Sea one gulp
Ocean one gulp
Universe one gulp

Self-choking

So hard to swallow

It is four in the morning.
Bourbon is beautiful
In the right glass.

No matter how many
Times you leave it is
Never enough.

Always one more to run from.

There are none left to go to.

It is four in the morning.
The past has gone.

I am writing this
Right now.

I am writing this from
The void of current life.

This too shall pass.

This art. And it can fail.

Living curled
In the bole
Hole of a mighty
English oak

Jolly jack tar
Dreams of his
Wooden ship sailed
Braving gales

On strange
Southern seas,

Of pet albatross

And the urge to
Float as he please
In unending ease

Trust current and swell
Of seven known seas

And land of fruit
And flower

Of bold girls under
Waterfalls and a
Parrot and an
Eye-patch and unlimited
Gold dubloons,

And when he unfurls
Cramped frame and
Sticks his head
Outside

Still the rains fall

Of nothing
Babbling, scribbling
Child of
No thought.

Within complete freedom
I offer this poor
Song to no-one in
Particular

With great
Love and compassion
For all the sufferings
Of the night

When youth cry

When solitary animal
Slaughtered
In woods not made for man

Apologise for crooked marks
And quest
Unanswerable

Yet still with all
Love in all and
All compassion only

This pathetic
Answer

Fear of caul
Fear of cord slimed
Round throat the
Screaming entry.

Two things only to avoid

Called from unseeded egg

No no not that,
Protect me.

To no avail

Failure the first,
Birth.

Today death stalks
Every breath
Beat and sense

Failure the second
No not yet
But...

Wheel rolls on

Yes I am
Your king
And yes you
Queen for me

But I care nought
For farm nor
Industry so

Come meet
Before we eat
The apple

Tree naked
And unashamed

You me you

Stood stock still
In cemetery

Gazing high

As ghosts from tombs
Emerge to dance
Macabre tunes

And with the light
Once more
To lay them down

Back down once more
To die

And still the
Pagan moon
Refuses worship

Tumbles around
Reflecting light
On every blade of
Grass and even this
Cold heart

Is warmed in
Bitter night

Compressed
Over geo-logic time

Until brain
Become mush

Until
Muse drills
Down through
Bone and
Sadness

To release

Gushing

Lathered syllables

Fuel of freedom

Above which flower
Do you sleep
With vibrant color
Flavoring your dreams

Beneath what fibrous
Root do you rot
Dank earth mouthing
Funereal dirge

Within which flower
Do you reside
Aroma calls me
To your side?

Sturdy yellow petal
Or blushing wilted pink

Beside you would
I stay with buttercupp'd kiss

What makes you,
Each morning,
Reach for the words

Flown through ether
Across the ocean?

She feeds my soul

Thailand (siam for us lovers)

King Bhumipol die

Love is love

Goodbye

Thai

Child
*****
Fool and
Wise

Hello poets

Beach scrape
Yellow edges

Some turtles
Eaten yolk

Some beached
Some salt consumed

Some swim forever

This moment only

No preparation

The feel
In a sac

Just a cut

Not to me
I you

But to the balloon
And

Free

Fool you to
Love I

I fool to love
You too

Goodbye
Hello

Two minute passion

Hello
Goodbye

Fickle lover

Only wrong
Folly
You
I

Not goodbye
Not hello

Only two
Are one

Tickle tickle
Tickle

Short lease
Body

And done---

Mushroom

One thousand

Words

Haiku

Syllables

Universe

New pond

Frog leap

Spawn

Green tea
Red wine

Twin poles
Of poetry

Euphoria
Eruption
Exposure of spirit

To strip away
Names
Meanings

Words
And leave