Friday, 29 June 2018




To advancement
Please take this gift
Exercise caution about the distance it takes
Things in the rear view mirror often look closer than …..

These old dried tangerine peelings are also for you
Go ahead take them
They have been in my pockets for over a year somehow still ok
A reminder of a different time
We were thinking differently then
How does thought change over time?
Does time control it

Eventide damsel fly
ridiculous golfers
Smack the ball wide

Light the incense
Pursue a new kind of language
Wrench it 
spanner it outwards push it towards some kind of truth
Distinct from landscape distinct from predetermined ideas

The mean air temperature the saline levels
Inhabit a moment do
not restrict awareness
So you are sorry in a downwards pose
The line the lump the level
Scratched off to find nothing
But the frozen staircase that leads to the upper rooms
The temperate house the coffee casement
when you realise that this game is up now and forever time and being
Could not exist
Time requires a consciousness of time
Being requires a being of Being

To exist at all

Flame up for oblivion
Rattle cages
 listen
Wild weeds wrapped                                                   the flower dome
The hide sits on the salt line
Guesswork creates the distance need to take on
Species indifference  
larval
Spores born on the wing
The Big Fleet and the counter-
wall place a division between the estuary side
tidal flow
blood pressure rises
entails a metric example of moods response
the car throws a wide arc of dust
swallows burst through its motes
suspension jolts over a badly maintained access path
the screech of metal on entering some stations
bonded we are
hot lumps of flesh
the remains of industry halted                               Squat like a toad close at the ear of Eve’
tokens money gold religion morality
waste greed anxiety pity
build destroy run flee

be born remember being born remember then nothing and nothings nothingness
will find you at the
remains of a pier
like you just alighted from the last train to pull in at the station
screaming in on brakes of rusted gas and crushed shingle mounds at the foot of a Red Hill
remove your boulder sack and throw it now without remorse
into the void into the air explosion
of gas and petals and pages
feel reacting enact
take a notice
place one foot in front of the other
begin to come back to breath
manoeuvre yourself into a slightly better pay bracket
enjoy yourself now
that is freedom
a deep glistening joy awaits you in the next life
in the barn owls window in the frosted fancy of your fingerless retreats
take it all wrap yourself up in the tendrils of this moment
draw it all towards you
sameness and oddity distinct in a numberless numbness
Today a coy rabbi
twisting locks lost behind three inches of lenses
now get back in line and pray with a fervour that is new
the summer light lifts you over the grass you begin to levitate
higher looking down it’s a lightness of being
such a rest you’re so tired
go to sleep now.
Around the townscape is deserted
It will take time for this community
To ‘re-build’ itself
But nothing is pre-ordained no ordinations here
Work takes its toll the graft in the dust
The particles cluster at the mental ears
Years eat away like silent rust
Entering the clearing now

              laughter speaks to another place another time

                   Glorious segments peel off from the centrifugal force
Of wild Nature unbound
a real Reality
It’s the breathing in and out
The simple quietude that pulse like the blood
In our hearts yearning
That keeps the show going
Lowliness pace of ancients’
Myth lights the way back                              look
Forwards
                                   can you see into the future?
                                                                                           Will it sting your eyes?
                                                                                        Can it be worth all this
Blood
Bitterness
Beauty
Ascending falling rising lowering
Waves crash into the shore

‘Me miserable!’
And the lowest deep a lower deep

Tuesday, 26 June 2018



Harder lither smarmier grander 

Listening to swell maps

It is an underground culture not found now

STILL MISSING

A misspelt misspent youth on a rampage 

Free jazz punk

Wrapped in plankton in a new jazz age

The mad mind minds its mind

Official plague reports coming in suggest

Defunct culture confusion 

Swept in on a wind with this year’s jellyfish

Face your frosted faction\

Opportunist taxidermist takes a pot shot at local cat

What do you think about that mister truck driver

White van blisters by on scorched asphalt this side of Witham
Being and being of being

Knows not how the water vole and rat

Run a place without name

Face like a black burnt sunflower

A hobgoblin indeed 

Add dirt and sulphur for a small town lucifer

Tote bag of beers

Alcohol defines loneliness for decades

The right or wrong way to survive gout and the twisted arm of that’s it

Spare spiral updrafts teenage dreams

Warm salt marsh uprisings 

The graceful Avocet’s the vole

The snuffling 4am hedgehogs rooting at the side of my tent

The morning buddha snail

Saturday, 23 June 2018



Abstract apologies just foaming 

Brindle bribed bashed out baked into Being

Ghost written half-light where everything is eerie always

“I can set up shop anywhere”, said the filigree spectre in a half whisper

That came up through the floorboards

“Then take me with you” voice replies

All we need: 1 yoga mat, 2 pens and pencils, 3 ……

Write for life run 

Don’t stop or look back 

Wrestle from memories tentacles

Drawing breathes monstrous

Glacial night time tremors break the 

Crusted mantle

Pour like lava, out through the eyes ears nose mouth

Unexpectedly, it’s ungearing

The thoughts cave where miracles hang

Stalagmites or tites I can never remember

Sickly yellow in the dark they live

Eyes peel back prickly just starting to see again








Among the pines limping the home straight

Auricula whispers 

Though feint trough about

We can catch them 

It is possible to spend hours on this and that

Read about a writer that drowned by the pier

Then taste the work

Still alive


A new Avant vanguard spent swept up

Stake a claim

Below in a bilious wind the galumphing hierophant takes shape

Holds out three straws to be lucky 

Take a turn onto the weasel wind

Watch the crossing 

Trucks vans cars three wheeled bicycle’s clamour for space

Amour foo

Robbing Peter to pay Paul.On December 17th, 1550
The abbey church of St. Peter, Westminster, was advanced to the dignity of a cathedral by 
letters patent; but ten years later it was joined to the diocese of London again, and many of its estates appropriated to the repairs of St. Paul’s Cathedral.

A high coloured command banded but obstinate

In its obligatory awareness of what is required

To make a statutory claim of the heart

Honest yes, but unbowed? Perhaps but it remains to be seen

How these feelings will buttress against further forbearance like

Taking old clothes to a mental health charity

Sorting through books 

Maximus put the order out

Jupiter scorched

Swallows wing

Climbed the breathing awe of the mornings breathe

Horse dung infatuation

Slowly

Now

Here 




Tuesday, 19 June 2018



poke your head into the loft

THEN get attacked by angry

wasps


lain dormant IN AN

inert hive

a writhing static husk of pale yellow

it is a moment I your life

try to remember the small things

Friday, 15 June 2018



management wounds those bonded in the 'spray of phenomena'

mouths gulping plankton funnelea

speak easily and freely

do describe the spectacle

all is irony and pain

clever don't succed

dumb do

poor die

rich flourish

natural order? or imposed reality?

flaying the living scab wound of this heart scorched day

tempers flair dust rises

and the first moon of eid al-Fitr is sighted

if all this is inconsequential

then furrow your brow further and think on

to moon moths and magicians

that float freely inside that

penciled in holiday break

the mean mouth scrivener

scrunches shoulders shunned up at the back

to defile your every approach to free thoughts flower

death to these skull-crushers

make joyful make song drink deep and float

into the night of black unconscious thoughts

meet dryads in the clearing

if you want to

spread out over the inkswell

embrace many gods many forms

the tree forms a canopy above

inside it's heart is a library

in the heart of the earth is where you will return

fungus fossil footstoll

all emerge into being

when night's flame flickers fiercest