Form a hermeneutic circle around yourself
Draw up books and notes
Revise and upgrade
Change move
Forward
Mutate
Survive.
Electric impulses swell desire
To go and then return from
A place unknown
Ungainly walk
Broken gull
Defence.
Sea folk know the tidal way
Boats return with or without a catch
If it’s rust you want
Come and grab some
Belief.
Suffocating I cannot write
The thoughts are there
But trapped
Just beneath the skin
Wretched
Like cockroach eggs on the brain
Annoying.
Overwhelmed you are
Flung through the hazy forcefield
To drunk and drained to give much
Time to consuming energy
The wasps rip the heads off their prey
A trophy.
Playful nature
Doomed romance
The interior of the shop was so vile
Smell of packet foods and
Years of neglect
On the village green the fun fair resembled open heart surgery
Remorse.
Flinging caution in the bin
We ground out a steady course of
Bile inflected wisdom
It was going to save us
But this barge slowly started leaking
Now we are almost sunk
Not without love
Autumn.
The tide is mounting
Not ebbing
I flow downstream quickly
“Cheerio”, I screech
Nobody notices me
To busy playing
Suggested offers are now
Redundant.
A gamine approach
To the fourfold way
Smoked butterflies
On the barbecue
We will wait for longer
It is expected of us
Being is time
Beyond that, ‘Poof!’, it’s gone.
Spectral half-light.
Halitosis makes a move on you
It is bequeathed by a friend
That old smell of cheap high street shoe stores
Conjoins again once more
In sharp contrast
De-humidifies blocks out
Repressed.
Praxis makes wisdom whole again
The thought of ‘stepping up to the plate’
Is irksome in the extreme
And should not be encouraged
But to break away from the provincial patter
For moment it looks thus
‘a dialectical intensification of the auto-referentiality of all modern culture’
Now take a
Break.
In the trophy world
The air is sprightly and sumptuous
Non-stop ecstasy is permanent and relentless
Flowers bloom all year round
The celebrations are un-ending
There is joy, so much joy
Faces contort under the pressure of happiness
They cannot take its weight
The centrifugal force of so much pleasure
Threatens to rip apart at the centre
Insects live outside the core
The conditions are perfect and they have flourished
Dragonflies are four feet long
Their blue crystalline shells catch the sun’s rays
As they dart about
Released then enfolded in an elliptical tango
Small explosions of light fill the air
This cargo has the metallic sheen
Of kingfishers bursting into flames
Whirling blurs into timeless Being
Dawn Raid
Start out
With ambition &
An awareness of
Time zones,
Bring an approach to protoplasmic edifice
under business acumen
Accumulated strength waiting, it’s on hold
Cold callers stalk the house
Stake out
Waiting to pounce on the funds
Carnivores lusting on vulnerable fat reserves
Travel the highways and byways
Instinct responds by head burial, culture consumed
From silos, storage units burst with unused energy
Locked museums hint at strange goings on
Inside distant gated communities
A coeval carnival, masked writhing
Lust for currency, stocks welter
Now into battle
Across the swamp to
Stake claim
To majority shares
Mithras
The overseer
Ending the day
Blood spattered gains
All over the platform
Wipe your face
Breathe
Begin again.
