Monday 31 October 2022

~ ~ the waves ~ ~

 ~ ~ 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

 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 …

Sunday 30 October 2022

the anatomy of fear

 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

 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

Saturday 29 October 2022

sometimes

 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

Friday 28 October 2022

the early morning sea and sky

 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

 

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






Monday 24 October 2022

eggplants ~ two replies to a tweet

 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

 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

Sunday 23 October 2022

sometimes

 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

Friday 21 October 2022

the compendium of a cornucopia

 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

 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

 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 

Thursday 20 October 2022

paving stone pavement

 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

Tuesday 18 October 2022

black whole

 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 

Sunday 16 October 2022

riches

 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 

Saturday 15 October 2022

time’s erasure

 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

 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


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

Thursday 13 October 2022

a reply to a tweet and a new follower


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

 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

 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








Wednesday 12 October 2022

kafka

 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

Tuesday 11 October 2022

the succession a success?

  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

Monday 10 October 2022

gene genie

 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

 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

 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