electroweb

2009-05-08T08:16:00.001+13:00

Every Place I've ever been

every person I've seen

every kiss I've ever felt

it all remains

the hidden back drop

to my daily scene

haunts my dreams

passes like shadow

on a sunny day

Don't you see it all remains

nothing in your life ever leaves

you may think it's forgotten

but all our memories are indelible

printed till the end

of your time

Every time, all the time

through my dreams

seen clearly on a busy high street

all across me like indigo tattoos

can't you see here's your name

above my heart on my chest

as clear as your eyes

at least as I remember

Every place I've ever been

every person I've ever seen

every kiss I've ever felt

it all remains, all so fucking real

so deeply felt

every day every place

every time every shame

all the smile eco's with

laughter round and round

rattling my mind late

and early all the trust

and deception on the tip

of a sharp daggered tongue

All remains till I'm good and gone

I'll leave my body, but I'll take this beyond

were money don't shine

Every place I've ever been

every person I've ever seen

every kiss I've ever felt

worth more than all the gold

dazzles more than the diamonds

ricer than all the rubies

worth more than a big house on a hill

Simply put it's all I am

and in there I remember you.

2009-05-08T06:08:00.001+13:00

I lit a candle for Jesus

and he whispered your name

I said I ain't looking to be saved

he smiled and said I'd fired the flame

and he showed me your right eye

Green like the sea that St Patrick drove all the serpents into

As green as all the envy in the world

As green as the grass on the other side

I said I ain't looking for that

Jesus said your eyes see what's to be seen

whether you wish to or not

And he showed me your heart

a heart as red as mine

Red blood red

as red as the devils eyes

as red as the holly berry

and they say that's a holy bush

It's not what I came for

No none of this is what I reached here for

Look I said there's nothing

on the tip of my tongue

nothing waiting

nothing to be hung

no rope to be pulled

no gallows to be swung

no nail to be hammered home

no cross to be raised

no hill to be topped

ain't nothing to stop

nothing to drop

nothing to drive me to my knees

Jesus just smiled

and said ain't me praying

and he blew me a kiss of change

And I know that it ain't all true what my mind says

That it ain't always come to pass

what my heart desires

So I slip a ring into the hearth

and I lay my head in a purple night sky

constellations of stars leap out of my left eye

and maybe I did light the flame

maybe I do stand here now

maybe I am responsible for my actions

my actions form a man out of Eden

not blind but with eyes that see

things I may try to hide

But are there all the same

and remain without shame for we are

all kissed with change.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 5/08/2009 06:05:00 AM

2009-05-08T05:12:00.001+13:00

I got three heads a talking

to me all at once,

and ain't no one voice is clear

all say something with a different sound,

all singing different hymns

all wanting something

all wanting me to reach their

own conclusion.

Concussion would help me to rest

I see clearly over hills round

the built up crown I wear.

In a city run at night by Desires

and moneys changing hands

as souls fall the gaps

all wild with the ace in the hand

Triple heads singing me to the rocks

and cracking my skull.

Twilight dances, as devils smile

and devils kiss.

I said I didn't want to as I did

As I do

Yellow round the pupils

I hear you wheeze

Yet still you pull deeply of smoke

And brown is your bed I leave

with foil for foot wear

Crackling as I step

Three heads singing different hymns

All out of rhyme

all out of tune

and hands spin from midnight to midnight

I hang from time

by my rattled spine

Ahhh I could have sworn I had the next dance

Was sure I held the ace card

But I awake to my pockets picked

riding round and round

Three heads laughing

As my eyes continue to fade

And dawn begins to rise

As my body winds down

As my heart slowed to a single beat

the bus turns into Trafalgar sq

I turn off the page

Three heads are a sleeping

and I've quit breathing

as St Martins in the fields

rings my goodbye.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 5/08/2009 04:35:00 AM

2009-03-11T09:55:00.001+13:00

Remember me in the

rustle of the leaves

in the sway of the tree

in a gentle breeze.

Recognise me as a

single tree

raising its branches high

with grace and understanding

of the earth and sky.

2008-08-21T06:15:00.001+13:00

There's blood in

my tears

cried ever so

slowly

you knew me from

cradle

I knew you to

your grave

you loved me form

my start

I loved you till your

end

There's blood in

my tears

spilt from my

heart

you helped raise me

I held your hand

on your last

breath

There's blood in

my tears

as I watched your

soul ascend

and I know you

were happy

but theres a space

that remains

filled with the blood

in my tears

that I cried

over you.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 8/21/2008 06:10:00 AM

2008-07-08T03:12:00.001+13:00

I find a

silence in my life

when I realise I'm

on my own

Regardless of bounds

blood ties

blood brothers as

spit struck hand

shakes grasped on

an old airdrome

over grown with grass

and over way caravans

Regardless of

recollections

smooth as pebbles

well worn in my past

Regardless of this

There's a silence in

my life

that stills me

when I'm alone

2008-07-08T03:05:00.001+13:00

I've got boxes

of rain drops

Saved form

my rainy days

Boxes n' boxes

of rain drops

Stacked in piles

little wooden clouds

Arrayed around my flat

my own weather tucked away

I've got boxes

of rain drops

Saved for a

sunny day

2008-07-08T02:59:00.001+13:00

I reached into

your heart

and pulled out

a Harpsichord

I reached into

your mind

and got tangled

in strings

Your heart

sounded so sweet

yet your mind

confused me with

its knots

Such harmony

and discord

in one

surprised me

surprises me

still

2008-06-13T08:36:00.002+13:00

I saw my reflection

in your eyes

Cat like cunning

cut across my brow

Was it I or you

I wondered vainly

for a reason

to dislike what

I saw

But was it

I or you

contained in that

look

2008-06-05T08:49:00.001+13:00

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

On my wall

Thick with sent

of ruminations

on a long summer

day

Bees and Wasps

hover and hum

crowded my thoughts

crowed me

Threaten to sting

me with sharp

reflections

Purple flowed remainder

resplendent as their

green leaved

frame

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

on my wall

The sharp sunlight

picks out the

grandeur and

highlights decay

Reminisces in

full bloom

sent the air

all around me

And I drift

Drift

the day

2008-05-23T08:42:00.001+13:00

Change

seasonal

perpetual

my passage through this

our time

my time

Changing

shifting

circumstances

encounters with others, places, nature

nature's boundlessness

of life

Changed

altered

metamorphosed

ourselves daily different

chances and choices

to make or

pass

you bye

Changes

physical

mental

spiritual

flowing cold in the hot sun

over the feet

Heraclitus

2008-05-14T08:03:00.001+13:00

I placed my memories

on the back of a

Hummingbird

they blurred with

the speed of its

wings

Flashed so fast

that my past

became tangled

in my

present

2008-05-14T08:00:00.001+13:00

Ivy wraps the eyes

tangled wood

warped and whipped

trampled tracks

smoke and lies

eat the ears

worm the mind

and tip the delicate

balance of a

finely tuned mind

into muddy mush muck

so its said

in whispers as he passes

shuffling with bags of paper

carrier bags in bags

in bags

2008-05-01T09:10:00.001+13:00

I want to go away

and not come back

Step of the margin

the blurred bit

at the corner of your eye

Switch of the senses

close the minds

eye

I want to go away

and not come back

to take the diagonal path

that cuts a diamond track

Straight from the cross roads

And be dammed

If I look

back

I want to go away

and not look back

Hemp and Sisal snap

as I swim thought coldness

of my reminisces

and season it not

with salt or sugar taken

it is what it is bone and meat

I leave it all at

the mists edge

I what to go away

and not come back

2008-04-15T02:12:00.001+13:00

I walk amongst the trees

deeply into darkness

I step

across pine needles

deeply I step

Further from the chatter

of man

further from the rattle

of machine

further from the clatter

of cites

and towns

villages and house

Deeper I travel

deeper I lose myself

in this far place

of towering green

deeply in the forest

I step

Where tales are told

where Baba Yaga

eats children and carves bones

where paths criss cross

wolf tracks and wood cutter axes

Back in mind out of time

here and now

In the forest

deeply dreamed

dreamed ripe and rich

I walk amongst the trees

my skin all green

with eyes hazel

shining back the light

of moon and stars

through branches

bouncing back of streams

Whist spider webs hang

decorated with flies

and droplets of dew

O deep in the forest

hidden from the

every day mind

I walk

my hair falls flaxen

as woven vines

jewelled with red berries

my body clad in

furs and flowers

so soft and scented

of spring and summer

In the forest I walk

whist Pan pipes the echoes

of my soul.

2008-04-15T01:50:00.000+13:00

Heroes die heroically

though sometimes its

tragic

Nearly always it's a waste

Hot blood on cold sand

old men's reflections

on their young champions

death

Medals of gallantry

glasses raised

toasts given

but reality

chimes

spilt guts

tears of fear

lonely cries for

your mother

Let's rise a glass

To our dead heroes

though maybe

it would be wiser

to cures the fools

who sent them

to their doom

Only to add

valour to their own

egos

flaccid politicians

hunting for power

with the blood

of our boys

where's the valour

in that

I drain my glass

2008-04-05T06:30:00.001+13:00

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

What dreams

that were true

have been lost

in our rush

What metaphorical

tails were true

what fairy tales

were real

What happened

to the knowledge

of our hearts

the understanding

of our souls

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

How lost have

we become

and what became

of what we

lost

How hard have

our minds become

so over grown

with our knowing

So sure in

our knowing

that we know

not that we

know so little

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

That only in

the story given

to our children

do exists the

echos of our past

the silent cry

of magic wanting

to be herd

lend an ear

if you will it

to be different

2008-04-01T00:19:00.001+13:00

Blood vessels

streams through heartbreak

synapses crackle

sparking electric dreams

murals flicker

with the eyes scraped clean

out of female apostles

hidden in rock hewed

churches in hill and mountain

A patriarchal fear

crushingly cast

for nearly two thousand years

has remained everybody's

staple supper

a monumental veil

that has obscured

man sights of the other

our female sisters

The religious cloth

has been woven

and cut to fit inappropriately

to rest on only one set

of humanities shoulders

The tears

for this patriarchal crime

could not be wept

for all the eyes

in all the hidden shrines

have been scratched

out

Yet today we have back

this knowledge

as a balm with which

to heal back all

our futures sight.

2008-03-15T10:41:00.001+13:00

The river circles

back and forth

hazy in dreams

brittle in name

clear in realization

when faced from its bank

Sliver for the ferry man

O river Styx

River Styx

No light reflects

back

from its black

water

The river circles

back and forth

life and death

here and after

snake before a trebling

step

O river Styx

river Styx

Once crossed never again

to be seen

as Hades blows

the memory of living

from the dead

The river circles

back and forth

its water eternal

deep

O river Styx

river Styx

swelled by the weeping

for the dead

who know not

anymore what tears

are for.

2008-03-15T10:18:00.001+13:00

I burned bright

shone

shone light

back

to illuminate the moon

to cast an ethereal

glow

by which a

pair of owls

flew

their calls echoed

tooit twoo

sharply shrieked

amongst a small copse

of trees

I burned brightly

shone

shone light

across

a shaggy heather cropped

moor

dazzled diamonds drops

of dew encrusted

bracken leaves

unfurled majestically

fern tiaras

rising to crown

the high dale

I burned brightly

shone

shone light

far out to sea

bouncing back

of high white

wave caps

crashing back

on Flamborough head

shoals of mackerel

dive deep

out of the smell

of a solitary tar house

a hint of an old fate fated

from further up the coast

I burned bright

shone

shone light

through the past

over trees

moor and dale

over the empty waves

bare of cobles

and hard hands

to drag back in

heavy wet nets

as the shoals

of mackerel swim away

free

and one last tar smoke

house burns its last

lament

to empty harbours

and bays

past fishermen smocks

now sold in tourist shops

in Whitby

and Robin Hoods bay.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 3/15/2008 09:17:00 AM

2008-03-07T06:37:00.001+13:00

   I rest my feet in ashes, lay my head on a pile of
   weed
   I sleep but fail to rest, I dream but not and
   nothing is given.
   I crawl though night time howls, the moon turns
   away its light, the stars seem so dim,
   I use the earth as a blanket, I kiss the dead, but
   they turn away also.
   No one likes the forlorn, no one is pleased by the
   meekly cases who drag back the good times to roll
   in the blank spaces left behind.
   I wish I'd wish for someone other than my own
   grave, but I know that I am too weak willed for
   that final gasp,
   So I wallow in the shadows till I can be arsed to
   get up and turn on the light again.

2008-02-13T09:43:00.001+13:00

On a rocky face I climbed

on a crag I dined

on cold meat

and leaves

bracken and bird bones

thin marrow

sucked clean

and washed down

by my tongue cupped

in the rain.

The stars shined

mother of pearl

on black velvet

as I hung my head

in its softness

Harvest moon reap me

rewards, I wonder.

As the last of the

feathers fall

from my mouth.

Blackbird and song thrush

their voices I devoured whole.

On a crag I dinned

high above

green grass and wooded

grove

The night is no

place to hide

from the luminous

of mine eyes.

The only tell tale sign

is the glint of

my teeth as I

smile.

I tip my head

back and howl

and you'll know me

as I run down your

spine

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 2/13/2008 09:37:00 AM

2008-02-13T09:25:00.001+13:00

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

I walk on diamonds diamonds

crushed diamonds and coal

slip over stone

slowly like moss

I cry lichen

and feel the many

feet of dark caprice

beetles

carrying burdens on their backs.

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

ruby's in my eyes

sparkling emerald eyes

shine darkest green

as they reflect the passing

of my time.

I walk on diamonds diamonds

the soles of my feet

bleed moisture

on my path

dirty tracks

through valleys.

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

I taste the river

and yearn for the sea

shells and monkey puzzle jet

scattered as a reminder

before me

before a beach

licked salty

from the sharp tailed whip

of the sea.

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

and cry under my breath

through rock pools

crab traps and old

barnacle bits

I stagger and crash

with the waves

and dip in a

fresh forest of kelp.

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

as the sea kisses clear

the cowl from my

face

2008-01-17T10:20:00.001+13:00

Life, fleet like a rabbits foot

dashing across the downs

feather light, barely touching the ground,

a slight ripple

through the air

marks its passing

Fever, fleet like a rabbits foot

dashes down the spine

ripples through the liver

burrows in your spleen,

lost in the warren

of your intestines

a slight ripple

through the air

marks it passing

Death, fleet like a rabbits foot

whispers ear to ear

caught looks hooked

to hook

Fighting moments

thrashing bodies

quick hot and gone

to another

Fleet like a rabbits foot

our moments

our moment

Fleet like a rabbits foot

gone

2008-01-16T09:27:00.001+13:00

Is time like ripe fruit

just right now.

lived,eaten,enjoyed

if taken

straight from the tree,

juice dribbling down

your chin,

experienced there and then

No planning, watching contemplating

missing the opportunity

as it turns sour,

bad to the bite.

Guilt, regret, loss.

The Fruit only stays

ripe in the moment

and for that

Knowledge

paradise was lost,

not temptation

or sin

that was

just reason

for an old

parsons

guilt

2007-12-08T08:13:00.001+13:00

Wet sand

pulled grain by grain

around the beach

inland cove

to reaches

far out to sea

Sand pulled grain by grain

tossed and thrown

ground down

finer and finer still

taken as mountain

to cliff to bolder to pebble

to a single grain

Riven from hard granite

down to mineral dust

wrought by the suppleness

of the sea

and its salty caress

Pulled back and forth

by the strings of the moon

so that the oceans

pound the earth

to the pulse of

the moon

to the beat

of the earths core

From planet to moon

to sand

all right past

and utterly regardless

of man

2007-11-22T09:24:00.001+13:00

Ground into blood meal

fine powder

red dust

scattered across soil

Fist full after

fist full

bloody fingers and palms

cast from heavy steel buckets

Blood meal

blood meal

ground down body and soul

shame to be so discarded

ground up and dumped

Its incidental

fertilizer for the flower beds

fine clusters of rose petals

rose heads

sweet scent

captivating in passing

Seasonal

Cyclic decay and rejuvenation

from the earth and hand

a bounty dragged out

backwards from a cornucopia

Plants from blood

Animals fed to animals

man eats all the animals

and discards responsibility

with arrogant contempt for

the planet and

fellow man

2007-11-03T04:00:00.001+13:00

I feel the late summer

in my blood

as the heat of the sun

colours the hazel of

my eyes

From acceleration of

the verdant fertile

to the drying coldness

of the last days

of winter

Everything knows

that this lies ahead

late summer

to midwinter

full life to death

2007-10-30T09:25:00.001+13:00

Chill walk the street

brittle leaves

crunch and crack

hands plunged deep into pockets

The morning sun

belies the temperature

when you left

for work

your gloves remained

in the sideboard drawer

October gently

reminding that

winter is to come

as it blows

around you

making you

strain to see

if the next bus

is your night bus

home

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 10/25/2007 08:24:00 AM

2007-10-24T07:58:00.001+13:00

Green Woman

English feathers,

faun and rooks

drape from your nape

to breast

over icy milk complexion

shining in the moon

as silver in the birch

Eyes dark bracken green

of the forest edge

rove this land

keen and clear

through the silk of night

Rolling heather hair

scents moor and valley

foot prints of clover

cover tracks of

your passing

With grace of willow and stream

you breathe

natures kiss'

savouring

all the seasons kept

safe in your

soul.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 10/24/2007 07:52:00 AM

2007-10-20T06:57:00.001+13:00

REST

Ivy and smoke

riddles and bones

ash and soil

Yew and elder

old cold stone

pinecone and moss

Jet black crows

rest and hop

crack crack craw

St Everilda's rests

in the nether

down lanes

along childhood

At the end of

foot worn tracks

Manhood past

amonst roses

and lawn

Field rolling roughly

to end as sandy

overhangs by the Ouse

Robin and Blackbird

sing out their praises

Red berrys and holly

2007-10-11T08:43:00.000+13:00

Deer horns

Earths crowns

twist the morning mist

as flax spun

turning time

spinning natures breath

hot in and out

his hooves rest ready

As the Stags eyes

tie mine

Back and Forth

under the shadow

of an oak

I will horns from my crown

wish to Lock them

Rutt them

Feel the Power

of an animal spirit

Wish to share more

than this look

under the embrace

of an old english

Oak

Yet for all my shamanic dreams

of wild and wilderness

The Stag and I share

not freedom but confinement

Him bound to this stately park

and its walled reaches

and me to a growing

understanding of my own limits

in this deathly stuctured State

Whereby I as him

are Kept and Watched

Tracked

and Tagged

Farmed though not for my

meat, but my labour

Where once the image of the

Stag was one of freeedom

now it speaks to the heart

of loss

In that moment under a

mantel of green

the dark golden acorn

furred Stag

stands as a stark

reminder of what a

waste we've made of

our human nature

And the joys

we have let

slip through our

grasp

Whilst searching

to improve our

urban lot and

to feed banks

and not our hearts

To fill our days

with monotony

of working lives

that feed not our minds

our soul or body

with life

But with the urge

to lose ourselves

in drugs and drink

to forget how

we live to work

and work to spend

to spend

spend

no time on our

hearts

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 10/11/2007 07:44:00 AM

2007-09-13T00:07:00.001+13:00

Crocodiles teeth

Stick out from under my toes

which leave deep claw

marks on the kitchen floor

as I walk sleepily for

a class of water

To water my throat

moisten my innards

quench my thirst of

Thick dreams of mountain paths

And dog tracks

That lead back

to my sweat damp brow

The water flows freely from

the tap as an industrial stream

into a brown stoneware cup

The hair that grows more with each year

on the back of my hands

Looks like moss in the half light

That is a city night

casts shadowy

in my cave

I hobble back to my hibernation

wondering what is left

to dream

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 9/12/2007 10:49:00 PM

2007-09-13T00:06:00.001+13:00

Stray back amongst the trees

Dappled eyes hidden

Flashing Guilt down nerves

along tendons

Back amongst the trees

Dandelion leaves

and doubt

are worn as a

forested blackberry

crown

Wet feet trail across

dirty town tiles

old red with

dead 'n dyed

Ivy

Hunt back amongst the trees

Fallow 'n Fallen

Walk with pomp

grit and lies

thrown as petals

before their feet

Back amongst the trees

to curl like cats

Supine in Madness

lush and inky

green

The scent rich

in Burned promise

Ripe and busting

juicy needs

fall from your

lungs

The Rocks you've left

behind dissipate

leaving you

lost amongst the trees

To slowly decay

and be reclaimed

amongst the roots and drains

a splinted wash with flame

To rest as a sediment

Back amongst the trees

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 8/08/2007 01:30:00 AM

2007-08-02T00:57:00.001+13:00

I am like a poisoned Rose

I look like it could seem

so sweet to hold me close

But let me break the

Skin and I will slowly kill

My blood will turn Love and Joy

To Guilt and Sin

I'm like a poisoned Rose

given to kill

Worn in death's left lapel

my scent is darkness and honey

thick summer heart

and verdant decay

Alabaster petals shine

my masculinity sharp thorns

I'm like a poisoned rose

leave me be, please don't touch

for I am a poisoned rose

2007-07-17T04:56:00.001+13:00

4 Turns

The Colour is Green

Fields and Summer

Tree tops

ripe wheat and Ivy

The Colour is Red

berry's and butchered Meat

An Hot ember on a

Crisp Autumn morning

The Colour is Blue

Slabs of fish and

Cracked ice

Winter feet and fire

The Colour is Yellow

Daffodils and Steep

banked Grass

Swooping Swallows

and singing Larks

2007-07-11T23:43:00.001+13:00

Weathered Thoughts

Wind Chipped and

Cracked lime

Droop down heads

heavy and Dry

leaves Brittle

and Crisp

All turned as one

facing the ground,

Vase holding them Still

Held in Stately Grace

The Petals Slipped

From fresh to dry

Blood, The stems from

New Boughs to

Gallows

Thorns bite Just

as Bright,

the Sharpness is

not lost on a

Discarding Grasp

2007-06-28T02:13:00.001+13:00

As I walked home,

at night

I stopped right dead

in my tracks

At a Beauty

to behold

Radiant

Cast in Sliver

Wreathed in golden reflections

of Galaxy dust

And for a Moment

A second

I beheld this with

William's eye

And I was Lost

in wounder

till I blinked

The Moon

back into the

sky

2007-06-27T09:03:00.001+13:00

Growth,

I tasted you, just,

On the back of my throat

Rich feeling of your presence

Washed across me,

Fluid.

Storks Yellowed legs

Patted straw

Upon chimney tops

Childhood dreams

Child

Crimson rimmed ruin

Passed slowly

Through a pause of thought

At what juncture

Does it collapse.

Wings lift, white feather

tipped in grime

drift across

Train tracks

leaving forests of

long toms

behind

Roof tops crumble

Brittle stick house,

would never be home,

Think on you

And I blow

My own

home down.

2007-06-27T05:44:00.001+13:00

I freed myself of

Our spoken words

I cut our verbal

Interaction

The tendrils

That tied our

Connections

Brought us together

What ever

That really meant

Was ever to mean

When it's always

Wet on liquors

The whetstone

Of sour wit.

2007-06-16T02:21:00.001+13:00

Danger money should be paid

to those whose job it is

to keep stoked

the egos of

others

Flies swarm the eyes

Beelzebub peels

the skin from

your tongue

As you smile at the

nonsense of the one

stood before

both bare

and fragile

Yet ready to bite

strike, venom

long teeth

right through

to bone

In the time it takes to

lick your lips

a slow breath, a pause to blink

Beads of saliva

molten sweat curse

criss cross the brow

Burn bite back,

"why of course," and

"by the way"

you begin

2007-06-13T08:26:00.001+13:00

I have fish swimming

through my vein's

Parana eating my Brain

As I walk across parquet flooring

My socks are not silk

My shoes are not hand made

My hair grows in its own time

A gold fish swims past

my sight I feel the flick

of its fan tail on

the back of my eye ball

Small teeth nibble my

cerebal cortex

My jeans are not as expensive as Evisu

but not as cheap as I should afford

My pants are Marks and Spencers

Yet my toes feel the grass

all the same

As the twist of eels

settle in my intestines

Streams of Roe fall out from

my nose

My hands are Salmon fins

The Cravats I wear

were given to me

in a plastic bag by

a black haired Spanish

girl born in Camden

My spine erupts with

slashing Manteray tails

as my skin turns

to scales

I wear deadmans jackets

with old blood stains

on the cuffs

As my legs give way

to octopus suckers

and I grab hold of

a rock

O Posseiden am I

a man of many

fish, sea-life soup

on a Chinese table

Eaten by somebody

in a Soho noodle

bar

My fears as salty

miso tears.

2007-06-06T08:50:00.001+13:00

Drifting logs roll

Slumber down

the lapping shores

of sleep

Bird song hums

above the flutter

of closing lids

lashes clasping

on a deepened

breath

2007-06-05T04:25:00.001+13:00

The Wind blew southerly

Across the Square

Picking up leaves and litter

alike

Bits of dust and seeds

of London's Plain

Trees

Stung the corner

of a Man's

left eye

Pigeons flapped then flew

an ascending ripple

that grew

to a flock

Gone on the twink

As the wind blew Southerly

across the square

2007-05-24T08:57:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-22T07:30:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-18T03:51:00.001+13:00

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.

2007-05-16T03:06:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-16T01:41:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-12T07:54:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-11T12:13:00.001+13:00

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

2007-05-11T10:49:00.000+13:00

Northsea waters

2007-05-11T10:36:00.000+13:00

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.

2007-05-11T10:27:00.000+13:00

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