It’s not poverty I fear, but madness.
Now a year ending poem; with a quiet song of solo cello
Mad spirited boys clashing furious on the embers wave
Theirs is a constant tapping mind outside the body
Twins Locked together rolling through this furious year of heatwaves; of plague spores
Of ‘home learning’, indeed.
Clutch to life like a billion-year baked diamond Earth
Seen from out there; reminder of the ‘look back’ at the planet.
Glance at it.
Deteriorating scourge dread hollow that instinct left unheeded
Cracking up swallowed up dread thoughts sick closing down
Dread falling frozen pavements everything the same no new sensation ever
This street that street always the same nothing new the same streets the same sky
Only faces younger older faces recede when others refocus paranoid closing dread
Sickened with dread to the stomach can’t eat shaking dread almost dead stone flowers
Faded magazines folded layers of dust on dust tormented always no end to this dread flowers
Set in the yard of stones some are plastic flowers others light up with so much dread.
Do poets light the way through dread forests will the way be lit or frosted over
With patches of black dreaded ice slipping over skidded dread stomach churning ultimatum
Nigh time insomnia dread calls opening up into unfolding universe of dreams of dread the whooshing
Sound of air sucked out of lungs paralysed with fear soaking up dread silence in alone black universe
Nothing to be said dread.
Void of toasted caramel creeps just there somewhere .
Wake most nights watching unedited spools flow into and out of the body. Rapid hostage. Urinate; think the worst thoughts.
Dawn light; use words like ‘spectral’ & ‘infinity’. Know that there is something outside to catch onto often enough. Many times, not. Retreat into a cold infinity of spectral wonder.
Your notion of self so frail it could fritz into a cloud of dust motes; exploding silently inside the sugary breeze. Ah, it’s a cake being baked below. Filling the room now.
A slip of the tongue; a chance blending of interactions. The newly renovated toilet block excoriated for diverting pleasure plans.
Solid wound base lines in the mud suck glow lights from across the living room; try to understand all this. Breathing in and out the anechoic family unit moves slowly along the track; in our mobile empires of nothing. Grandiose patriarch; resourceful matriarch. Look up from underneath splendour; lay flat on your back and twizzle a bauble just so. Watch your face reflected, all bloated; full of joyful entropy. You can do it all, they say, as you rock back and forth in the happy baby position; a boulder perched on the edge of an abyss rolls silently into infinity.
SPILLED INTO DAYLIGHT
Clawed focus
Occult effigy
Out of clay
Over bright
Coffee outline
Brought by cold
sea winds tides.
Seminal lineate forest tracks
Marking spectral interest
Find first furze
The golden making
Pounded fungus swash
Along wet grass passage
Obliterated mist
Outstretched hands
In slow trances shadow boxes
Told to belong
Being life on the sea shelf
Mineral beds; bore holes
Arctic research unit
Interlude of
Ice and dew
Natal bough
Active triode flicker
Bile and other internal waste
Eating drinking sleeping
Pale uninterested matter
Splayed across buying lanes
The colour of
Cigarette butt
yellow diseased languor
Hoping for a high street heart attack
open up the broken wounded
To forgiveness, a toast !
A solitary sentinel of enclosure springs
listing towards a crumbling scree face of purple and orange; virtual
Markings claiming new reality units hike out; trembling onwards together shoulder the storms.
Review work beak to bone
Update operating system
Collapse into frontal lobe
Suggestion of infantile brass knuckle spate
Grieving force tuned to unrest
Load sport re-entertain immunity diplomatic
Perfect frequency delivery
And we are spent; taxed beyond repair spine
Switch on to harmonic light
Grave stake hold infrastructure cured a swell
Insert spirit bone layered corpuscle
Rip out spine realize debt scar timely today
Spectral intra dust fractured beams
Boat yard rhythm broad strokes held over most
In time becomes own language
Demon focus up-skirt streaming freeze
Court jester grubbing over frolic lust.
Submerge full smooth will
Evergreen sandwich spread obulum cloud
Will you go dark side and where will it matter?
Skiddy mud aggressive twilight goose bombers
Because you are a spiritual animal
You know how to keep warm
Every noise has a note
Put and place it where
Joyless nocturnes fall and rise
Rise and fall
Corn dog peppered with stale farts
Witless trendy fuck face goon
The great poet sighs and fifteen thousand butterflies escape from her throat.
The aroma of greatness is like musk ox and chartreuse. When the great poet closes her eyes all the lightbulbs of the world flicker momentarily.
The great poet stretches out in an easy chair and the creases in his velveteen smoking jacket whisper sonnets to each other.
The great poet……..
The goat poet loathes the company of others
The great poet needs to know his greatness exists in the minds of others
The great poet lifts his pen; dust motes turn circles in time.
The great poet tumbles forwards forever through the cosmos
The great poet upholds to wisdom of the ancients
The great poet was last seen dragging his robes into chthonian darkness
The great poet broods over life’s great mysteries
In silent erosion the great poet sits and waits contemplating oblivion’s arrival
If you see the great poet tell him we’re looking for her…
The Frost Fayre of the Glory Hand
Just because it can’t be seen does not mean it wasn’t there. Cat scrape against improvised bird call and response. Jellyfish trails across the page this distance and the next will be one exploded whale.
Thrown carcass flying in great spattering chunks of white where one oily greased lump crashed down on a Cadillac now we won’t come back from that. All eyes on the birded-up flesh cross the road rambling man coming through; cheep gutter amp strapped to his back ass guitaring it around the marsh peninsular one cow looks up then carries on munch munch long horns. Now it’s toot toot portal opening but not by much stand clear allow for easy open access; that’s right easy does it we are now going inside the belly through the portal stepping over and under time. Indented earth colossal safe in victimhood; cumbersome in nose regard; that which is your strength.
In time the blubber floats to the dunes where the gulls have been irrevocably scared off. Expressing likes and dislikes of the modern era. What moon eats are we having today; so, dust the watch sand it down to nothing? Notice the knocker of doors, the waking one’s just wrapped up past the blast core. Down in the frozen gully where sorrows lie down. Look backwards and up at the figure in the window, at the figure that is always at the window in frosted mizzle width furled ready tiger clawed wrong sided entombed in lichen. Mess of blubber. Containment of mass.
