Tuesday 15 October 2024

THE DEAD?

 THE DEAD?


cast them adrift upon the cold seas

where their sinking will be slow

their degeneration piecemeal


our memories contingent 

upon the continents of our imagination

their destinations stranded 

upon the islands of our predilections 


i sink therefore i was


what a joke

Monday 14 October 2024

of the sea under a leaden sky

 of the sea under a leaden sky


of the impending crash

it would seem to me     that

no two waves are ever the same

not one thought flies away  but every prayer

is carried as spray upon the heavy sky 

turn to me    turn to me

can you not see

it’s coming soon

soon

it will speak the truth

the tides go in and out

in

    and 

out


it all depends on the artist

it’s not funny

it’s not funny


it’s funny this taste

this thin flavour  of nothing 

how can emptying taste of anything at all

even the taste of thinness is surprising

how  at life’s end

the memories are infinite

yet minuscule 

foresightedness misty

tasteless in the turning over

everything substantial becoming a meringue  

where only the frozen bubbles are to taste 

funny how it’s not funny to lose one’s taste 

when anything at all would be better than nothing

but nothing is the only menu at the last supper

tastelessness in extremis mortis


it’s not at all funny




 

Sunday 13 October 2024

a frozen memory

 a frozen memory


i remember a slippery slope

in the freezing year of ‘62

i was taking a photo 

for me and you 

a frozen stream

i could not stop

with a long scream

and at a gallop

i hit the bottom 

and a great big boulder

i know i should have been bolder

easy to say now that i am older 

but i still remember 

that slippery slope in ‘62

Saturday 12 October 2024

slowly

 slowly


the sun rises

slowly the leaves go over


slowly i say quietly


slowly

Friday 11 October 2024

i love the poets she said ~ i said

i love the poets she said ~ i said


the poets are a hole in the heart

a side step of the blood of it

a patent ductus

it’s the old old story

not many sign the contract 

although many feel the pulse 

feel how the words are a bruit

thrill to them 

Thursday 10 October 2024

on seeing two sparrows and a grasshopper

on seeing two sparrows and a grasshopper 


to think you have the right only to observe

the right to decide whether to interject or not

that to do so would interfere with nature 

is to deny the that you are part of the algorithm 

part of the senseless algorithm 

the bloody senseless algorithm 

can you not sense the senselessness of trying to make sense of it

when it cares not one jot for your defence

there’s a tap on your shoulder 

dare you turn around