Took the charcoal
of a burned out star

and scratched a parchment
of atrophied skin

making something new
from redundancy

I love you

In security
and comfort

Full flowing

All growing

Flower of compassion.

Those struggling,
cut their bonds,
for you have power,

Cut their ties

Set them free

Anointed
In oil

Bee
Flicking
Glows
Pollen
Laden
Falls

Stiffened by wind the
Canvas White
Glows on glittering
Scales of
Shallow Sea,
Salted against ice,
Resisting decay
Through sheer, restless
Movement.

All else is Blue-
Homeric
Wine-dark banished,
A brilliance of
Sun-Flowered-Yellow
Lights the view.

I sent this postcard with
Puppy love and
Grandchild
From Palmy beach,
Mother.

You demand a
Spreadsheet

Oh how
The classifying mind

Reclaims-

Renames

The unruliness of being-

Loosens worm with
Incisive *****

For black-bird
To swoop

Sleep

Clouds
Weep

who has these before
a name became the thing,

before your name
came to my ears

who had a way
with you?

not you
nor neither me
not him nor her
nor it.

before a name fell upon
from mother sky,
mother thigh

who, where off this earth
was I?

Cupped hands
two pair

Two hearts
beating

Your heart
my hands

My heart
in yours

Red, wilted pink
hands
hearts

Hold them
gently
safely

Four hands
two hearts
one love

Search and search
where time went
taking joy and sorrow,
those unstable twins.

Gone gone
and vanished

But comes again
and again the
teasing time

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

Tide arrives

Take a breath,
Deep

Engulfed within the Ocean,
Unconsciousness

Let it

No light-
None-
Then-

A billion years-

A glimmer-
How I yearn to hold you

Water supporting

Clouds forming


             Drift

Too buoyant-

Syllables that

Once sank to
Ocean bed

And dissolved
Spreading nutrients

Now

They float
And mass

As microplastic
Waste lakes

Blocking the light.

Consciouness that
Pervades

Become flat
As a screen-

Dead as moon

Lizard eggs
Come-
Go-

If it hatch
Ok-
It hatch

If it go-
Go-

If taken by some
Predatory bird

So?
So?

Come look as little
Lizards grow-
Grow

Come, come-

Go, go-

My little
Lizard

Words

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?)

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?

All else useless

The brain alive can help
Hope
Love and cry

All else useless

Where pencil Pier
Rolls over the Moon

And slides beneath the
Sun.

Timbers shiver and
Return to salt-

Give succour to
Barnacle and ****,

Green as a greeting
To the lovely Dawn

Carboniferous Tree
Heavy with Water
Pregnant with Seed

Diamond holder
Recycler of Dreams
My other Mother

Beneath your Beams
Blows Harmonica
While Dinky the Dog

Does the Howling for me

The daisy cutter
Does not pause
To nose each dainty
Daisy

What a pity!
What a loss!

You should be able
To be naked
All of the time.

No sense to this
Eternal cover-up

Give the fruit
Of fig,

You may keep
The leaf

Entire life, alone

And when I die


Goodnight

The lace wings
Of the
Lacewing
Are real
Lace

Wings.

This cash
Is not

Wind

See the tree

Move

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

Oh

Below Estuarine mud
The first webbed foot

Shows stone.

Gulls shriek through
Blue/grey sky

finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

Tussock
Small
Grass,
Within
Mammalian tremor-

Mouse alive
Without

Vastness of Space

Strolling
In woods
Naming trees-

No latin; for
Half-forgotten
Lovers,
Friends,

Nights on the town-

Then spit them out,
Foolish blossoms,
Dessicated leavings.

Seasonal centuries
Curl into
Themselves-

Expire gently
I to a whispered
Breeze

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

Time held me green
And dying

Tho I sang in my chains
Like the sea.


****** truth
Dying am

And do not want to

Hedgehogged-
Rolled in a ball-

Soft spines over
Curled yellow belly.

No car to
Splat!

No car
Safe as can be

OR

Picking like birds
Beneath
Picnic tables

OR

Splayed!

Like some flying
Squirrel

Flying past
Hubble mirror

Looking to face
The belly of
Being

Every pore + infinity-
Fleas
Dancing along
The spine

Seeing

Who am I?

And,
My darling humans-
Who are you?

Finding a voice
canary singing
in the mine

Finding a voice
prophet crying
on the mountain

Finding a voice
sighing
lovers arms

A flourish of evil
Extruding u der dark.

What transformation
In moonless time.

Past a pity of
potted trees

Mad midmight unfolds
Across the London road

Delicate pink

Petals

Yellow stamen

Sticky with
Sweet bee

Scent
From heaven.

How pollen clings to

Yellow black fur.

Without love
A bulging of
Seedling sprouts.

When the eye becomes

SUN

The moon flutters

Consent

Waste not a single word
Though syllables scream for release,
Consonants flap to fly and
Vowels seep through cracks

Waste not to want
For nothing to
Finish your perfect
Death poem

Grew many trees
from seed

They still stand

It is I who had to leave

Sleight scrape
Snail
Over broken glass.

Power of bulb

Spring dropping snow

Beyond the known universe

Is love

All that energy
Per cell

All that prisoned

Prismed
Energy

Ready from
Each cell
To



BURST!!!

Water becomes you.

Cold lake fed by small insistent falls
High in Cretan mountains.

No Goddess, you,
Young Woman
Vibrant
Fleshy and real

As scale and gill
Animate your kick,
Your stroke, water
Laughing in your movement.

I stare
Narcissus fractured in
Your ripples,

Ek-stasis
Solitary bubble burst.

No fear of Minotaur-
Our innocent frolic
Protects

Unmoving

Nor moved

By the great

Swirling mass

Of events.

Still
In the Centre

Of life
Of death.

Actions
Given
And performed

(Reluctant heroes
Arise)

And all
In pursuit

Of

Nought

Small dwelling

Flower and ****
Vying for place

Any breath could be
The last-

A sigh of deep
Contentment

In a dark house
a dank cellar
I dreamt my death

Ten years old
and dead already

Near fifty years on
oh lord let me birth

the void
is not void

every direction

spun

hang out the washing!

this springing day

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