in the mood hut
trembling quivering
revolving slowly through lifes' miasma
you and I alone or with friends
something will happen to us it will become us

cold grails empty hand open
palimpsest elipsis returnal
open moon grey opaque landed
eels swim up river at night
in the liquid dark
black eye catch the moon
through fronds of weeds, algae, relics, spawn, time...........


let's take the eels run
oleaginous writhing nocturnal migrate
swim up the River Lea

nights the time for these dreams to come awake
stake your claim plant your post
reed beds bull rushes old car parts race by our ears
rushing intwined pass the old bus depot
under the north circular
a chorus now descending
bounding over lock gates
propelled as we are by cosmic forces beyond our control

 Wild Essence

 ectoplasmic joyfulness

can be

Watching improvisers  instincts

in themselves following establish behavioural patterns seem idiomatic

 a sudden

fury

will erupt

to                                                    a

 quiet 

How can you escape ?

The saxophone  coaxing voodoo

They have a

Technical rustle

Scratching and scraping sequence

this

consciousness

Expansion

yes

Now it sounds like shifting stage sets

Are you in ?

---

We were looking for transcendence

But we found

Broken shells run away wind chime fragments of peculiarities waifs and strays

Curly and off this stance to be afraid no good

Nosferatu farts loudly it echoes around this belfry

Swinging up

The mad king sits on a throne of melting wax the tide reports at his feet

Curlews cormorants’ corncrakes picnic of periwinkles

Stagger into the village pub portable darts chamber

Potted guts please line them up aggressive contrarian swagger

unorthodox Jew takes flight still recoils from that shadow on the stair

wait “discover jazz” learn how to ring small birds dig in like a fox

back wheel spins out of control brown dirt rhythms deforested land

coelacanths’ cauliflowers and crustaceans these are a few

muster must make muster pass exams brave to thyself

fight yes fight always never flight

and never too jovial that’s a weakness

so pour it pour it out let’s hear it all

do we have a choice but yes it could be good again or like last night’s fish fry or last week’s potato?

or a TV series about Wales

what rot sentimental uncalled for please refrain tradition will not allow this make distinct please

rewrite please

dark inside the primitive hut. Winter no sun, tundra, but UK tundra, wastes, but lights in the near distance, pretends he’s a wild man, mates bring him snacks and cans from the shop, you can see the shop from the hut.

Make possession take music like jazz buy more but

Not for then moment like yes more jazz came now

Create jazz now like more jazz fun flicker

Take enough more drugs to get high

To like jazz in a new more possessing way

Is jazz too like then the more of jazz

But soon it breaks through and then you really know what you felt all along was a genuine affinity for jazz music and centrifugal empathy for its discipline and energy wow America you gave us jazz oh thanks oh thanks for the jazz music.

Baudelaire’s rag pickers

Phantasmagorical dusty with wisdom from every crystal memory vision

Every corner cupboard of memory

And this will end abruptly 

14 thousand messages the history of a life

Arcades and boulevards reflections and benedictions

Open and unfold

this page that page all resonate with grief

unsprung the jeremiad sticks to the page

like the watery residue of perpetual tears

relentless

cold

grey

hanging rites

chance to win

to understand

feel good

storyteller of beginning through the window

Float in

Flow out

Let the dust settle

Up on the sixth floor

The written word

Rustles

Wake remorsefully

black out

on the way to the deck

Dream  

of

the darkness

saxophone

daybreaks

Can consume

Unprepared modes

Creep up the lift

Soft step the marble

Images of gods

Transmittable

Transmutable

The firing squad

when the music comes over

you hear notes I hear something else

so this other something what is it where does it come from

but wait

something written in the margin

retreat into the mind

open

forget

in this begin

a new path

new modes of beginning