It blazed up,
Your eye

Never sure,
Poison on your mind,
In my food

Or eros
Sublime seamless
Joining.

It blazes red
Yellow blue
Iris flecks.

Once more
Fall
Into vulcan fire

Broke cover
Sudden
Stood stock still-
Breath, mist
Mingle

What thought, doe,
What sound, smell of
Greencoat man with
Lichen brow,
Moss beard,
Hazelnut eyes,
Moist as yours,
So brown.

Veins throb
Yours and mine
Silken hide
Only movement
Ears, nose twitch.

No pointed barb today,
No loud report

Just look
Slow as oak
Bark growing fingers
Grain of the trunk.

No haunch for butcher hook, today,
Doe
Disappear into
New forest thicket-

Oh, how you gentle me

Broken stem

Breaking this
Old heart

Show me still water
And a flat stone
Worn and beached
From beyond oral history.

Show me and wonder
At one two three
Four five six seven
Bouncing flights.

I want to dive deep,
Retrieve
That champion flatstone

Carry it home in sandy pocket

Keep it with found marbles

For life

Gaudy handles
Painted coastal scene

Varnish crackling
Under so many
Sweet little
Sweaty palms

Dainty feet
Dancing at mid point-

And from what deep echo
Emanates
The simple
Skipping rime-

The unborn-
Young girls with
Granny rope and
Long rotted dead
Roped vertically
Together

The acrobat
Twisting and
Tumbling
Through space

Back-flipping
Into worm holes

Attempting to
Undo time

(Infinite
Disappointment
Of entropy-

Forward rolling
To destruction
The only option?)

Never painted you

Did not live that long

But would have
Caught your
Perfection
With his imperfect line.

I would have been jealous
Fool that I am

But hung your nakedness
On the wall forever

Loving the abstract you

Now that you in flesh are
No longer here

(Many years,
So long)

Your hair unplugs the bathroom

Harsh words
Entail no tears

Your beauty lingers
Burned under my eyelids
And your perspicacity
Shields my fear

Wind

See the tree

Move

There is no need
To be so pretty

Just to exist
Is enough

In the smallness
Of your navel
I see all.

All the uni-
Soldered surface
Of moons and tides
And suns

All the whorls and
Curls of your fingertip-

The entire unknown
And as yet undiscovered
Totality of being

Contained in your
Little reality,
Buttoned up against the rain

Entire life, alone

I want so much
To please with
These little lies

To soak you
Bubble-bathed
In friendly note

I want so much
To teach you
When to cry

This shower
Your loveliness
Barbs my skin

My sad, little
Oh so soul

The best is what I
Forgot.

So forgotten the
Beautiful words
Drunk down and uttered
In foolish sleep.

The best already forgot
The mad old man
Of love and giving

His teeth old bald
Man ripped word from
Your white bodice
Must now
(Please god, please girl)

Be forgiven

This is where it ends
Goodbye.

This in new beginning

We ran like silly girls
Us children
You and I

Silly not I not girls
Nor boys

Just silly spirits
Singing
In the dawn.

It is time you say
"I love you",
Beyond time I told you so.

This landscape we painted,
Created, new

The only thing
Made in 14 billion years...

Our uniqueness blinking
A long ago star

Repitition of
Prayer
Is only
Repitition
But repeating words
Is learning

Not to love
No
Not to care
Unsure

But to love
And be part of
Everywhere
To be the unique
Element in every term
And every chromosome

Not to love you,
Dear,
To be you
I am

And how to escape
From that?

Heaved aboard-
lay flat on your back
on swabbed and
polished deckboards
and watch the white
sails fill

As we sail into dawn,
red and yellow banners
counter intuitive,
streaming ahead of our
godspeed.

Unwrecked,
rescued,
lifted from fossil sea

Powered by wind
to cut wine-dark waters
homeward
bound roped and rigged

And freedomed

Buzz lady mosquito-
aim your black and white
stripes and settle on
my arm but please
sweet blood loving one-
refrain from the ****-
restrain your maddened
appetite and rest awhile-
rub your legs against my
little hairs and drink a little
wine coddled sweat and
fly and whine next door
to brighter red.

Vast orange disk we see-
awed- you slip into the
purpling sea-expecting every
eve stupendous hissing and
steam but no- noiseless
our saviour creator and and
great sustainer sinks-
her sky in gorgeous raiment
kimonoed shapeshifting
and irridescent momently-
Dancing into dark.

Past each ear in turn the
swoosh and glide of black
aerobats to pluck insect from
the infinite void of the
flying darkness or hustle
through to feast on fruits
succulent and sweet as nectar.

Blood of bat or snake, of night
crawling, flying, running hunters-
loving the night
to death.

Dreaming of oriental
opulence and power

Time to set fair
for the east

Luxuriate in foliage
screeching parrot
clawing blood
from shoulders
sore from labour.

Some day soon
the silk robe shall adorn
this shabby body
and a vast turban
studded with gems
will stiffen the neck
and tighten sinews
sagging from
riding bed
sick and imbibing
cheap wine.

Bring me the winged stallion

I must
must must
fly

Clinging to flotsam
(or is it jetsam)
and watching the
ship of foolish dreams
slide slowly in the west

A sudden burst of sun
throws a missed
reflection against
the hull and
leaves me breathless.

The beauty of continual
defeat lies in floating

All hope gone

Pruned and pickled in brine.

Waving at white sails
in the morning

Flapping wind adds
sound to the swell
and the potent,
pungent smell of
layered diesel,
rainbowed over salt

On pigeon toes
sent back the
little money
borrowed to
survive the day.

Spikes on Jesus' head
Rio

Just wrong.

Suffer the little birdies
to **** all over me.

Sheep lost in the
storm

Wool caught upon
barbed wire

Lamb gone tame
to slaughter.

Poor ewe I unravel
the only thread of time,
present to past

Stitching together
words,
lives,

Given each to other
free

Pull the wool over
eyes closed

Cats cradle binding hands

Poor ewe
lost in storm

Dressed mutton
fooling no-one

I have two acorns
in my hands

Just waiting for the mighty oak

With family
and friends

Yes I weep from
time to time

But not
enough
to retract

I am in love with you
poets

Yes I am

It is the language
that flows
through your veins
to my brains-

And I fired an arrow-
unaimed

Straight to our
hearts

Gentle rustle and
creak of bamboo

Far off soothing flute
and soft drum, gentle
mist caressing marsh

Barefoot monks pad
roads accepting simple
alms of curry, rice;
Blessings and incense
float on smooth air.

Sudden cacophony of
mynah explode the grove, a
steady chant bubbles under
the noise, some new symphony
of hunger below bloodshot sky.

Dogs militate exercise,
giving voice, cat slips in
knowing, paws daddy whiskers.

Hawking cough of the headman
announcing his non-demise-
neighbourly sighs.

Crab unburrows and scurries
aside from sand to lapping tide
to feast on volitional jelly who
come inshore to breed and die,
so many alien pearls strung
glistening along the strand.

Lachrymose old man
touches fingers
through the pane with

Young boy, arm around
his dinky dog

Counting carriages
on the click-clacking
train

I
Vast hollow scraped
from land by the
slow cadence of some
retreating glacier.

Melt from high flows
larvic to fill the void.

Quiet invasion of
waters forming
stone quarrying
rivers until,
overfilled the
crystal clears

Overspills and
streams to ocean
lapping at milk-
white cliffs,
hungry as cats.

II
Quiet invasion
walking on
continental drift

Wattle and daub
blue-dyed men
lakeside.

III
Hush now the
quiet priest
hands out leaf
to cover the fig
fruit of fecundity

IV
Without sound
quiet bands move
always move and
increase until

Around the fire in
moonlit waters shown
the tom toms open
relentless beat

V
Too late
too late the quiet
invaders imitate
and mock

Then ****-

Nations at war
within

Particular light
waving a billion
miles from billion
year ball of gas to
tickle my iris.

And I am shy to show
the ancient traveller
the flipside of men,
blast crater uprooting
the sacred tree of life.

What happened to the
marbled head,
so noble and *****,
the burst of creativity
from cave to modernity?

What happened to sun,
einsteined to power,
the sunny side up
scrambled to gross
confusion and the limitless
cruelty to birthing eve?

Seeping through the
spongiform

Water and limestone
salts and
calcification

Accumulated wealth of
language.

Oh, my girl,
put those hungry eyes away

Hanging on my head
(So that is where
the hair went)

So quick dandelion
measures time

(I loved a woman once-
(More than once)
Did she love back
I'll never know)

Embarrassed
in the sky
how can you hang

Bombarded by comets
your pitted face

Pitied face

Blue sky morning
who are you, moon,

Who am I

To tell truth today

Impossible?

So lustrous
Jenny and
her long curled
black hair

Oiled,
beautiful in
spring sun.

I cannot love you
but I love you,
Jenny girl

I am flying
the bones in
your hand are
transparent
I am yearning
for...

And noone can say
not

The bone in my thigh
rehearses your
skull
yes we are free
and yes we fly
how much does the world
take away from tour hair,

Take with glory my
old bald head?

Moon set
sunrise

How I love
to be alone

Moon rise
sun set

This spinning ball

How I love
to be alone

Mangy old dog
I was.

So much
suffering in
the world.

Mangy dog
mangy dog
needs love too
needs love too

Dandelions!
Dandelions!

Thistles!
Thistles!

Everywhere!

Happy boy!
Happy boy!

The leaf
does you good

Eat it
chew

It feels,good
and helps you
regular

The leaf without
water will
wither

In sun or moonlight
might die

So your little salad,
darling

Eat up
lest we die

My mind
which was taken
out and pummelled
with sticks, stones
and broken bones,

Is back in this sorry
body

So fat so teddy
bearsd lovable
and cuddly so
fat laughing buddha

Once again and
full of
gratitude to

You

Yes

You

From a crack in paving,
in wall

Trapping moisture,
gathering dust to root

Seed pushes from density
to unborn lightness

Poppy flower waves hulloo
On sun-soaked breeze

Organic disturbance
spiral in atmosphere

Conch shell homesteading
still gardening under water

There is the moon!
but where the air?

She with porcelain
beauty shines her
goodness all around

So fair the dazzle
of her mirror left
her blind

In a car she hears
the metal scream

Desires only one
big chair and one even
bigger mug of tea

In purple robe she
ministers the world
and brings the
troubled soul to ease

Methane bubbles from lake
floor to surface.

In winter hang
suspended in ice,
waters block.

Millenial fermentation
of leaf, fish
filtered through
pristine crystal

And what emerges is
hot air and gas,
aroma of
subconscious musings

Mind whiskers
picking up on
preternatural meanderings

Unfurling the chromosomal
flag

Read, write and deepest blues

Dancing between
Raindrops

Hard gardeners
Cut down the weeds
Brightening the view
Through my slatted window

Now a flock of pigeons
Feasts on the seeds

These they spread in
Targetted drops
And my beloved
Flowers return

Introverted I allow
This wild dance of
Nature, unknowing
Gardeners, the seeds
And the birds

The **** that sprouts
The lovely flower
And my rain dance of
Inexplicable joy

Skipping lightly on surface tension
hopping lotus pad to pad
barely left a ripple leaving
the domestic shenanigans.

Now rogue ronin rock,
no master no disciple
I wander without orbit
gliding between

Thirty suns warming
cockles of a deadened heart
dreaming a home

Atop some towering
ivory lighthouse

Engulfed in
storm surge

Watching a spinning
light bravely surf
the waves.

At lands end with
three thousand miles
of water and air

Nothing solid
the very granite
morphs to sponge

I would craft

(Bamboo grove
complete with
figures and huts)

Carved into an
unfortunate ivory
clawed from
elephant hide

(Hidden in forest
watching the
deer graze)

But no,
tumult of ideas,
fleeting,
jostling for position
leak out into
atmosphere.

(Enforced abstinence
decades of silence
and sudden ear-
bleeding amplification)

Peering through azure smog
backlit by brittle sun
in this hard city
where survival is
only one option.

Born **** naked and crying,
when will this end?

Hit on the head
so many times, perhaps
it is beginning to show.

Your look so silent and wistful
chilled me to the marrow.

And so, leaving the faultline behind
I go scrawling words on cave walls
with absolute integrity.

In complete freedom
I sing to you

This is the ash
of my life.

It is yours.

Thank you for
your hoovering

You are welcome
to this dust.

This is the ash
this is the ash
of my love.

It is yours
please treat it
gently.