So hot
The amber melted.

Six stick thin legs
Intact

Gossamer wings
Four
Glowing

Abdomen head
Antennae all
Alive

I flight check

Mate

And die.

Besotted
By the graceful
Curve of
Your eyelash-

You can see no further

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

Volcanoes
Oceans
Moons and women only they

Know how to flow

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.

Took no vow

But poor for
A whole life

Took no vow
But slept

Alone

Took no vow but
Ate nothing good

Took no viw but
Obeyed.

I renounce all the
Vows
I never took


And vow to live long
And expansive
And happy

The feel
In a sac

Just a cut

Not to me
I you

But to the balloon
And

Free

Zen man
Failed

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

Pow zoom
Ah weeee
Yeah

I slept
deep into the rock
of Wales

dead I was to
thought-
to walkers by who

sent prayers skywards
for my aching soul-
for he is dead

but I slept on-
knew not of
mourning love
nor fear

oh on slept I
deep down into
Welsh granite
hard slept I

for he is dead and gone

Quadrillion births
Each 24
Revolution of

Earth
Round
Sun.

Teeming life

Death.
Decay.
Teeming life.

And swirling
Trillions of years
Of stars
Of swirling

Boundless time.

Perhaps at last

Get over myself

Take these poor words

And make them
Yours.

That gives me light-

A little longer
Life

Don't look at me
Accusatory

I loved to you
Knew once

And yet sent
This saggy ***
Away!

Still do love for you i

London grey.
leaden sky
molten river

foggy building
termite works
big city

lights dim in
neon struggle
from the moon

ink splodge
some nightmare
psyche gone awry

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.

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

When did this beard grow
Old?

So silvery white,
Tousled and tangled.

A young boy plays
Behind it

Tumbling forward
And back,

Jolly Jack Tar
Frolicked by sea

Fish walking
Grow feline eyes-
Bear claws

All because the sun is hot

Feeding on ancestors

Water and sky

Take tree
Outline

And shine

At irregular intervals
I take a long pole
and turn the
sightless eyes
to sun

Unplug nerveless nostril
to unwitness fresh
pine

Bare gummy mouth
to taste the
crystal stream.

Those boon companions
bear no fault that
they died to the world

And have no clue
why the mountain grew
the star fell

(though to us she burns
bright in her long
extinguished firmament)

They never felt
vulcanised veins nor
systematic surges of love.

Flotsam, jetsam,
washed up on the tide

And as soon
As it came-

It went

The caterpillar

Does not worry

Where the buttercly

Goes

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

Lather me.
Shower and hose
this ***** man

Clean
baptismal would I come to you.

Took a jig-saw to emotion,
boxed, buried in coffin,
frustration locked in
cruel denial.

Earth shudders krakatoan,
darkness and fire combine
water covers land and
smoke obliterates sky-

Swept by salt-water
practiced, alive by de-fault

Are we now to be to be
the mystic melt,
creation or depletion,
to stallion or to geld

Still

And

Clear

And

Clear

And

Still

Whale blow
And emerge-

Perhaps

Some hope

Yet

Hair flung heedless
Chest to pillow

I rise
Cautious to her
Breathing.

At this late stage
May I once more
Dare to dream

Of being?

Should you throw
yourself upon

The mercy of the world

Beware the hoof
that tramples.

If your heart be pure
compassion perhaps

Some angel will
flap flap

Lift you above the
onrushing herd

What we did
You do not deserve

Let this be tinder
To fire

Young imagination

Throw me on the fire
And fuel your future

Scattering of pink petals
On harsh grey pavement

It is accretion

Not blinding light

The beauty,
Enlightenment
Comes slowly

Like a spring flower

And falls
Quickly away

To floor

Last leaf drifts

Lazy

From favourite tree.

Dry,

Write a poem,

Crumbling.

Poem, poet and
Leaf decompose

Higgledy piggledy
Hither and yon

Feeding and
Nesting and
Breeding and
Gone

Higgledy piggledy
Hither and yon

Dropping on blanket
And picnic
Undone

94
Clever

Dying

Advice.

Sir
Honour
Priviledge

To know you
This short time.

And your wife
91
Taking care

I

Do not meddle
In the middle of
The muddle
In the east

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

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)

I painted your Myth onto
A cave wall

Until she atrophied

I scribbled our story
With a stick in White sand

And then the Tide.

So long gone,
I see in Dream
Your Face in
Moon Cold night

Your heat on soles

The Harvest of your Hips
With another.

Mapled
Syrupy
Red Leaf

Perfectly

Framed
On Grass

get old

get sick


and die


it's normal

Not even able
To die-

Carry on

Winter return-
Briefly-

Thorn
Blood drip
Drips onto snow-

One harsh word
From you and
I
Is undone
To
0

Please-
Gentle-
Return the Spring

Cherub face
Crew cut
Outsize home-
Knit jumper

Shiny pate
Snow beard
Paunch

One flash bulb
Fifty years

To collect the chips

Of marble

That made David real.

That sacrifice-

Proof-

Matter is consciousness

Manifest

To strip away
Names
Meanings

Words
And leave

And if

After the moon

Died

It said

This is it

This is sad.

No matter

The moon

Like me

Is a fool

What progress
pilgrim
what bathing wife
what parfit
gentile knichte

What progress
on this lonely path
you chose-
lunacy of free choice

With cynical shield and
fiery sword of faith
walking walking
walking and waiting

I would tell you

That

I love you