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

1
Drawn into the vortex
Of your life

By a formulaic
'How are you'

Hoarding memories
Like misers
As if identity were
A Thing
A Table, measured
And crafted

2
Or Self-real
When the very
Galaxies with
Dizzying speed

Belie the very
Notion of
Being

Amorphous time
Boxed,
Bagged fog pieced in
Handy seasons

Anniversaries
Of Nothing,
Events
Commemorations,

A drubbing of history
And nullification
Of failure.

3
No lights dim
City life

No Spring
Penetrates the
Screen

Plato sits in his
Cave
Weeping darkly,
Counting
Bodhidharmas
Eyelash
Over and over
Again

Retrace the flight

Of a wild
White goose

From landing place

To lonely source

You never knew

Just danced

Handhold

Reality

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

Oh!
the sense of desolation
when the first flower falls

*****

Goodbye

At the molten
Iron core

A fierce furnace
Burns.

What of earth
And body when
Rage and desire
Cool?

Stitching together
disparate words
to bring home
the truth.

Let go
of truth
of words

Disparate
or stitched

And reside
in perfect
freedom

Butterfly

So brief

And I saw the

Crack

In the Uni-verse

And I stepped thru

And saw

Drink all day

Do not

Be afraid

Of death

So sad

Squeezing out words

Paint tube

Picture

Hoping to see

You know
Your brain
And mine.

No sense
Non sense

Not for us the
Neatened rows

Flower and hive.

Between windy seed
And errant sunshine

Unconscious rainfall
And here, there,

Nooked and crannied,
Brave leaves may,

Uncultivated

Emerge

Short lease
Body

And done---

Mushroom

Seabirds shriek
Above the swell

Calmer
Shoals
Bemoan the fate

Of  that fish
The other fish

Not fish eye
In the i of the crowd

Cup rim contains

Flat tea-


Through window pane
Moon shaft

Reflects and

Dapples the ceiling
Matt and flat.


How shimmering light
From afar

Illumines the leaf
Plucked from

Mountain shrub
Far away

To refresh the

Flat wet
Emptiness

Of mind

If the dark
Dark night

Of your soul
Soul

  Ends at dawn
Dawn
  Dawn

Rejoice
  Rejoice...

If not

  Not

I hear
Your cries

You cannot remake a day
Cannot remodel it
In clay

Goodbye
It is gone

Wake up
Still breath
Steams

Today

The only
The best day
Of your life

Contemplating moon
On my birthday

1
Full moon
Haloed by cloud

60 years on the planet.

Who am I?

2
Tonight the clouds ride
Behind the moon.

Universe
Inverted.

3
Moonlight is sun
Pouring out,

Dimpled mirror,
Dead to light.

4
A good sleep last night

Dark and dreamless
Dark and dreamless

5
Sun shone
Directly on my face.

Do not be sad,
Moon-

This is
Grace

** **! ** **!

Nobody
Fool fool
No

Body

At all at all

All good
All good

With family
and friends

Yes I weep from
time to time

But not
enough
to retract

Molten iron
Drunk-

Liver made
Of sterner stuff.

Lick earth-
Taster who-
What

You are-

Lick bark-
Grow tree

Love.

Before uni
Multi
Any verse-

Burrowing down
To core

Love

I spoke to robin on the tree

He did sing

But not to me

I finite space

A scratch of toenail
Startles fever

Slept on Thousand
Year deep moss-

Woke with Spring
In the Steppe

Amongst all
Those billions
Of words...

Still knowing

Nothing...

In the end
Nothing

In the
Mind
-------------------

Before
Beginning
------------------­-

Empty
--------------------

Welcome to
Mike

To ritualise the fog

That in mercy

Lifts

To reveal the lit
Globe burning
Life-

Proof

That mind

Is fog

And flaming hydrogen


And one

Strong men
broken backed
driven mad.

Innocent of crime
sent to carnage.

War war and
more war.

Nothing more attractive
than madness war and
destruction.

And all they wanted
was a kiss

Recent rain
and the gentle spots
conjoin

(how about us)?

Sun but
Snow?

Ah, cherry blossom

Falling like poppies

Grew too big for home

Out you go

Fly or die

Hototogisu

Summit

Guide

Monstrous time
(Daffodil wilts)

Oh slug

I hear that you
Are stupid as

Slime.

Where is the cabbage?

Yes

I kissed

My mother's feet


And yes

I would kiss yours

My sweet

Weeping

Bank

Trudging uphill-
Scent of wildflower
In rain.

Sniff of Truth-
Gone now.

Red berries
Edible-

Sufficient to life

Why?

Gone away

Mike

Under water-
Poetic straw
Barely breathing-

Our words entangle
Like lovers

But not limbs-

Crystal love
Ice in tumbler,
Libation.

Goddess Poetry-
Anoint her head with oil

Bless our poor efforts with

Eloquence

Shaken branch,

Squirrel ****

Blossom overthrown

Base foul mud
Ships struggling by

I hate the music
Of motorbikes.

Longing for the life
Of bacterial
Galaxy  travelling

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

Midwinter lights
***** holes in gloom.

For a moment
Stars unfreeze.

Cataract lifts-

Unveiled-

Limitless possibility
Glints

I walk a ladder to heaven

My robe
Many coloured
Falling in shreds
From my shoulders.

Grey beard?
Grey beard?

My wisdom dissolves
In your gaze.

GRAVITY