fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck
excuse the medical terminology
stay strong
yuck yuck yuck
please accept my apology
what a stupid thing to say
but what else can one say
but
fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck
excuse the medical terminology
stay strong
yuck yuck yuck
please accept my apology
what a stupid thing to say
but what else can one say
but
fuck fuck fuck
on a cushion
across from the open french doors
the cat dangles her leg
a gentle breeze stirs the flowers
but never stirs our snooze
a conundrum
man is
the mind’s dug out canoe
mind
the gene’s dug out canoe
life
a whirlpool
where time’s tides meet
time
the tree/canoe conundrum
this poem
another dimension
just in case
yet she seems so sad
a poem for stevie
a famous writer
yet she seems so sad
a novelist with an air of sadness
with a partner no more
pushing her slow bike
in the light rain
on her way to
hello
i wave
she smiles
a sad smile
she seems so sad
i write
dare i ask
the un-adoration of my catty
the sun came out
the cat went out
the sun went in
the cat came in
the sun came out
the cat went out
the sun went in
the cat came in
there is nothing as bonkers as a bonkers cat
binary ad infinity
infinity
marsupialised in a moment
a world turns inside out
a moment not in a moment
but everlasting in its ending
so far that behind you is in front of you
the separation between two
nonexistent in the moment
that is forever transient
to be repeated forever
a thought comes
are we one or two at that moment
is it the same moment
the one that is repeated
or are all the moments different
caution at the coalition of coition
where out-of-body is in-house
and the door is on the latch
until one day
there is only one
and that is why we return repeatedly
addicted to tomorrow
for today might be all we have
before the door closes
on the lost and found
forever never together
dunce upon a time
once
we were all children
once
we were
children i am telling you
we were
listen
we were we were
oh do listen
before it is too late
oh god no
the satnav
of a corrugated god
led me astray
the church hall
was full of empty people
looking for a way out of eden
for the mower had chopped the fallen apples
and many an asp went headless
into that preponderance of gods
faith was shredded
compost meant us
but we had hey fever
and hey went unanswered
the muse disabused
each morning
shaking the pockets of night
the half-notes fall out
the music of the muse
mouths the words
mimes the memes
from which great poems emerge
sleep the cheat the crib
of many a famous poet
a sigh falls back to sleep
it was there
i saw it
i think
aye aye
for tomorrow’s amusement
‘Echoes of tattered tongues’
by John Guzlowski
we must read about the brutality
because it is in all of us
the brutality of denial
that is also in us
this man says it with emotion
for
without that emotion
there is only brutality
and that it is probably in all of us
just takes my breath away
say that
then maybe
but probably not
look around you
for god’s sake
cheered to the rafters
as the world falls apart
we leave the disconsolate
beached on the high waterline
and enter the woods
and leave the woods
following the stream to the sea
for we have seen how thoughts flow
to wash away the disconsolate
the more our dreams come home
the more we see the wood from the trees
that are our reef-raft’s seam
the reef of disbelief is breached
nothing need be beyond our reach
busy days
what waits
for the child at the garden gate
what opens his day his way
with his best friend adventure
who knows the way the day will go
will cut up his knees and smudge his horizons
what decides the speed of the wings on their heels
what went before that their chase follows
the ways that naughty was mightily theirs
until the sun went down and so much more
the story goes over dinner as the stars come out
winking at their secret
even now dare not tell
for their debt to the retribution bank is
compounded in the interest of tomorrow’s sun
in their overdraft of naughtiness
lay it down my son
for you’ve had a busy day
and i am almost 80
per ardua ad astra
flying far above far
for what voice could ne’er but fail
an attempt to be up there up there
but of course to soar will fail
for what voice could land that plane
that ne’er want come down and pale
the aerodrome lights are on
but to the stars add stars
and calling calling over over
but that it has gone
goes on and on
roger wilco over and out