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.