~ ~ the waves ~ ~
getting the cadence in
the rhythm of the waves
is to belong in the liquor tides
of the womb’s past times
when storm upon storm
shapes these isles
these beaches
rolled in the pebble’s teeth
against the sneers of yes
hard broiled between the deep and the sky
forever never asking why not
malleable
paroxysmal tacky cardigan
the wool unshrivelling on every nail
at the bottom of the helter skelter
it is but a thread of who i was
so i tread the steps wearily
at the top the view is awesome
i know where some of the nails are now
how many rides in this life before …
the anatomy of fear
if you turn dark humour inside out
you will blush with the rectal mucosa
poking fun at a prolapsed ideology
requires a suitable sarcastic truss
a suitable torsion of the truth
for it is a painful realisation that
when faeces slides past beauty
only the proctoscope of the past
inserted with a careless giggle
can biopsy the stupidity of a time
brain storm
first one drop
and then another drop
first the breeze
and then the wind
first the light sky
and then it darkens
first one leaf falls
and then another
first one thought
and then the same thought
so what
i am going for my swim
sometimes
sometimes
it is just the sky on the wet sand
sometimes
it is a brief flash of sunlight on the surf
sometimes
it is being in the sea when it rains
sometimes
the sea is everything and there is nothing else
sometimes
it becomes always sometimes
the early morning sea and sky
those moments
when the sky impersonates the sea
before running away on the wind
laughing with the unleashed horses
as paranoid as the gulls
that argue with the groynes
as the shingle shushes
and shushes and shushes
the wet feet’s smirk
tomorrow will never be
snow me a christmas snow flake
now the warmer days are here to stay
sing me a christmas carol
like on that yesterday
stand me under the street lamp baby
just like we used to do
not like the brightly mushroom cloud
i will never fall out of love with you
always was the last day
for every one in their day
they went we stay to say
he died baby so cry upon my shoulder
for soon every one will synchronise
the last demise of no one left to say
we saw it coming
when we were here it went
now we are all gone and it is bent
that timeline of the gods and of the godless
there is no more to say
so
on these latter days
no time for publications
like it was in the olden ways
say it ~ tweet it ~ NOW my baby
for tomorrow will never be
eggplants
like engorged tics
hanging on to your blood
pop them and you’ll see more of your blood than tic
hellish this vision that so shines purple
sliced on the BBQs of hell
then there is the virgin pith
vestal white until fried like unbelieving eyes
hellish hellish
bloody tears congealed as eggplants
now we just look on in interest
the only fear disinterest
that one should show interest
but really
the ovens just cook eggplants
where are the fields of rye
the bitter spirit of the furnaces’ distillation
past caring for the past is no future
the dunnock
sometimes bouncing along the bottom
sometime rustling up the hedge
a sparrow all most spotted
nearly always with a partner
browned off
days are spotted with joy
pecker up pecker up
it’s gone now
in the sunshine
between the roots of it
sometimes
it is enough
to lose count of the pebbles
in the cry of the tide’s mourning
to wait for an eye of rust to blink
or for the ocean to say sorry
and to mean it
but enough
is never enough
is it
the compendium of a cornucopia
the past is a written poem
i am in it
you are in it
with me
my friends
between the lines
tears through the spaces
snakes and ladders
sorrow and joy
a compendium
a cornucopia
a poem
voting booth
remember that pencil on a string
before covid demanded recycling
where every hand tugged on the future
tense in the folding
at the end of a string of thoughts
the decision to be heard
berth
the sea speaks with the same voice as the rain
on the spume off the white horses blazing
a renegade sun steals the show
look i amaze to no one in there with me
how does one describe birth other than
by diving herein
paving stone pavement
rain in every eye winks
on every slab and every slab togethers
the path where pallor alights on times past
the shortened gait of the footsteps of memory
the topology of touch under the wheels
of a child’s tricycle fast between
let’s go there
and let’s ride back
black whole
the readers of my poems
are an accretion disc of distrust
spiralling into the black hole of my mind
twisting the gravity of normality
the jets approach relativistic speed
the inside becomes the outside
and vice versa
the reader the poet
and versa vice
jump in now
riches
all royalties are in the heart of the reader
in the catch of a breath
the quickening of a pulse
the laying open of a mind
to control by your words
without reservation or warranty
the drawing down of the collateral
of tomorrow
time’s erasure
they came in to the class and arrested him
the lad with the glass eye
he had stabbed someone
‘that was different’ we said
especially for a grammar school
but not surprising
he was a tough strange nut
his dad sold tyres
he opened a stationery shop
when he came out
erasure
genes
that feeling in our bones
it is in our genes
so may times around the sun
since homo sapiens begun
to worship the sun the moon and stars
the monorail that leads to mars
and all the wars that were will be
the death of you
the death of me
are shuffled in the births
of a gene’s genealogy
i like to go swimming with women
i like to go swimming with women
we like to go diving in the sea
i like to go swimming with women
they have a much bigger BMI than me
i like to go swimming with women
their bathing caps are sooo jolly
i like to go swimming with women
when the wind is blowing a capricious hooley
i like to go swimming with women
when the rain is needling me
shrieking with pleasure we are prone to
exchanging such pleasantries
i like to go swimming with women
towelling down in the sun on the rocks
i like to go swimming with women
they don’t look the same in their frocks
i like to go swimming with women
i’ll meet them again tomorrow you’ll see
me swimming again with the women
who are my companions in every rough sea
i like to go swimming with women
when the wind is in the east and we’re blue
i like to go swimming with women
i can certainly recommend it to you
so if you want to go swimming with women
then rotherslade is the place to be
there is room for plenty more women
to enjoy a winter swim with me
tra a la la
la la la
a reply to a tweet and a new follower
oh for that moment of youth again
when there is giving and taking
when the heart is enormous
the body but an appendage
a brush to gather electricity
to speed one off the rails
to turn one's heart inside out
inside another's inside out
where tomorrow doesn't exist
or today even
what is the plural of no
noses to the window
left the grindstone for a mo
steaming angor animi
they dared to ask for more
sorry no
the lords and ladies said
hard work will trickle you down
lard upon your daily bread
sick of this
and sick of that
they sat
and sat
and spat it out
try iambic CPR
he’s a poet
he’s a poet
try iambic CPR
resuscitate
re-alliterate
but i think he’s gone too far
word shock him once
word shock him twice
try enjambment of the lines
monitor his vital signs
anon anon anon
i remember how signed
stand back stand back
we’ll try it one more rhyme
ker pow ker pow
come on you bloody fool
sign the contract here and now
i’ll guide the quill
i’ll grind the final pill
as posthumously pays the bill
we’ve privatised your very eyes
your every word is gold
we’ll call you a war poet of course
for you lost this battle sure
it will sell so many more muddy books
as you sink into the manure
so
say hello to god for me
make a space upon his shelf
i’ll spend some of your royalties here
before i join you there myself
kafka
reading
he opened wiki
and found him
there he said
here he is at last
then he thought
what can i write about him
that others have not
he thought it best to wait a while
so he closed his eyes
the succession a success?
so all’s right with the world
it all ends well
after all
we’ve seen
well
we’ll soon see
won’t we
if the right one don’t get you
then the left one will
gene genie
in the giving and the receiving of genes
lies the retroversion of a glimpse of infinity
through the wormhole of a singularity
all misunderstandings are understood
then we sleep for
the fusion has started
another link in the chain reaction
a parachute drop across the fens
high tide lies in coitus does it not
creepy is the word
it’s funny isn’t it
the more words you find and lay to rest
the more the insect thoughts seem to multiply
they creep under your skin before retreating
into the gyri and sulci of your brain
creeping under the arachnoid
only to reappear unchanged
shining even
crunch time soon
some time soon
clyne gardens
red said autumn
and who are we to disagree
with the falling light of light
upon the falling leaf
upon the stream that thought
the bridge had no end
but delight on the paths of never ending
that here around each corner see
