Tuesday, 31 March 2020

lockdown

lockdown

crossing off all that was unnecessary ‬
all that was cosmetic in life‬
soon we’ll we will be realeased‬
‪and like young calves we’ll cavort ‬
we’ll eat clover‬
‪only the flies will irritate‬
‪and yet we will smile‬
‪we’ll flick our tails ‬
‪at the sunshine‬

Saturday, 28 March 2020

Ottid


Ottid

Belied in the sky’s underworld-overworld
stormed thoughts, beknighted in black lightening,
sir death is suffocating in the dust of rages
blown across the incontinents of a thought
that whatever is, it isn’t here in the air, or there
deep in the ground, but deep in here (taps head).
Inconsistencies tumbling down the up escalator with
faggots of light waxing lyrical in puns so dark
that they congeal blood in the strata of the mind.
Mind you go no deeper now.   Do you hear me?
Echo’s echo - Do you here me? me  me     me ...

Look


Look.

The cave diver has lost his way,
there is no way back
from the caverns filled with tears.
Beauty gyrating in his lamp suspended,
as he floats forever in this cathedral.
Replaying the old songs.
Rebreathing the air.
Hold me tight and
listen.

lock ‘em up!

lock ‘em up!

high dudgeon in a deep dungeon 
whence all-of-a-sudden 
the cullis is pouring solace 
into the mouths of a populace 
of gargoyles 
guarding
the memorial gardens
memories now laid to rest
in the mausoleums of follies 
found deep in the grounds of
mansions that laud it over
the peasant’s penury
a paupers grave
perpetually in
flagrante delicto 
in chains

stay the knife

stay the knife

but such are words‬
‪once born ‬
‪to kill them would be infanticide ‬
to abort a thought‬
‪is to deny life‬
‪to a virtually unique‬
‪moment‬
‪never to be again‬
‪and again do not say‬
‪no‬
‪rather die yourself‬
‪than deny thought its birth‬
‪or to be the grave ‬
‪of your muse‬

Friday, 27 March 2020

alimentary

alimentary

          debridement  
           exfoliation 
             defoliation
                     undressed
                    laid bare
                       isolated

until there is
                     nothing left

but a broken society

tunnel vision

tunnel vision 

he’s dead now
but i remember arguing about
the bridge that thought it was a tunnel
a tunnel through the air it said
a tube above the ground it was said
seen from the ground it was not underground 
seen from inside it was a tunnel in the sky
with no air except at each end where 
what was said mattered
not one wit