Black backed dominoes
Slam down under the Palm
chiming a crack of a
bull whip

Dragons lurk in glasses
Slowly sunk with Smiles
The afternoon is
in no hurry
to cast its last
ray's as a setting
Sun

Islands in Islands
Factual reflections
of history done

Wicker pinned against one

bedroom wall

 

Flashes of Bradford and Ashrams

recalled

 

Childhood salads of

grated Carrots and Apple

 

Baked Potato and Cheese

the smell of spices

and the flap of flairs

 

As people pass to go

to satsan

 

I sit in the kitchen

and play with my

Bond car

 

They Sing and meditate

I roll rubber wheels

in circles on lino tracks

 

And Chase baddies

while they chase

White light

Feathers fallen

spread like leaves

around the tree

 

The last flutter

after the Fox's supper

 

Feather fallen grave head

the reminder of

remaining pieces

 

remain reframed

as a winter

bloom

on a frosted dawn

 

Ethereal devoured flight.

Red sand rock
Hollow hung
over hangs
black sand banks
tidal silted mud

Crows carp and pick
up bits and pieces
food for thought
old penny claws

Gannets flap on struts
Old Dutch barge bobs
with the draw of
direction of the
old Fathers walk

Strings of cross it paths
float bedecked and bejewelled
with lights and tarmac
and the rolling gate of man

The Moon Sits
somewhere between Full
clouds drag themselves by
To much light
so the Stars remain dim

Night nearly always light
Darkness never
fully landing

The citys breath gently
holding it back
never deeply sleeping
never truly resting

It waits it moves
Its shakes
Up
all around its mass
Spins hubs of Interaction
as water runs through
This city runs its
last
far out to sea

This Island city
turns and spins
convulsions with convictions
Beyond Morality

This living wheel
of this Emerald Land

The Holy Trinity
of Masculinity
Bob Dylan
Bob Marley
and Lee Marvin
Amen

Courage
Stick your toe in
and it burns
Hot wishes
layed like wreaths
spread out
before the Cenotaph
Heroic, Tragic sad comedic
Brave to have tried
At least
it is remembered
Tin Can
Pan Man
with Navvy looks
sits reclined
before the TV
remembering on Sundays
Church long gone
forgotten dust and dry
Wetted by a single
tear on his Cheek
Of it
To have survived
this long
before their time
was even begun
Shame this Courage
is today still been
served to our
Sons

Relaxed back into a chair

hair top the light changing colour of

bottled poured Daffodils

playfully throwing the spring sun back

to the sky

Sounds of conversation

rolls across the grass

tall walls hang

from the castle side

to provided an edge for

blue flowers

and moss

somewhere for the laughter to bounce

Cares carried past

hooked by the clouds

This country pail is the perfect spot for Pimms

just like a fucking ad

I am relaxed by the

Sheer green solid blue

and the freshness of silence

Northsea waters

Sea reaches across the
span of body and land
rolls around rooted legs
feet dug deep in submerged sand

A watch tower of skin
encased bloody water and meaty
mass, organism of life sees with
reach far out to sea

waiting for the bravery to bare
the cold on his belly,
and swim.

O sequence of events
toss I like sand
from place to place
rolled and rumbled fish I step
steeped in a chemical sweat


Jump, Jam, Jingle
caught in an electro web
Trammed in cabs
to sink cocooned
in a bubble of
High Street house


From Dusk to Dawn to night
I dallied, wagon long gone
Friends bobbed like sea buoys
merrily flashing teeth
beacons that drifted
the time away

simple pleasure of existing
exhilarated and stopped
Paradoxical hands held
for the subtlety of touch
I and I as one
to rest pushed up
against a sofa