Grey Day over Pimlico
leafless branches shudder ,freezing
cold air worms its way
round doorways and under windows
i look out from the shadows
perched on my sofa , writing
the slow rupture of the sky
by massive engines slung heavenward
the streets are relatively empty
the righteous working above
Massive foyers ,
birds whistle and wonder
at their amazing day
up with the sun
insanity of the early hours
pandemonium
Half Week
The weeks halfs are in my hand
like broken China
I look forward
the race half won
20 ,40 years of time split
into weekly sevens
5 and 5 and 5
seems like an eternity
but this is only a lie
and when the weeks finished
or even a day
I ride the wave in
hanging 10
sometimes ........
Great work
amoungst the sub marine
corridors
various things must be
done
the monotony of
yesterday
is a shallow recollection of
truth
now each action is
perfect
the system asks only
peace
of a previously tired
body
peering through
vines
and so another face of the
diamond
granite hard
sparkles
Today and Yesterday
The day is smothered by darkness,
The musicians have not been paid,
Cathedrals wallow in shadows,
Priests go home for dinner,
And sterile television,
The truth drips from stone doorways,
I have seen impossible visions,
I have gathered ideas and applied them,
Its still washing up and flower arrangements,
Outside on the street,
The rain saturates stone and wood,
The cold laughs madly and forgets nothing,
So walk home and carry your prayers,
Work on all your muscle groups,
And breath with organic lungs,
Before the sports cars tyres are bare,
Before the mechanics weep to lose a race,
The human race dresses accordingly,
You there scholar ,write your poems,
And i will burn them with idiotic matches.
Sunday
The beaches are empty,
The grey sky drags along the horizon,
There's a craving for chips,
Just a few more hours of freedom,
Then sleep and the five day week,
The parks support the peoples need,
For a day of wildlife,
Sadly hemmed in by city stone,
They wander,
Then sleep and the five day week,
What will we do to fill the golf,
Shall we lose 2 hours,
In a big shinney cinemas,
Floating on clouds of pop corn,
Then sleep and the five day week,
Look to our lives,
Take this day and make it ,
feel like a month,
It might work,
Then sleep and the five day week,
A helicopter flys over,
Our big black sofa,
A car breezes by ,
Scissor legged pedestrians cut about,
Then sleep and the five day week.
Tube from Acton North
I sit dumfounded with
the monotony of it all
centre of a near empty
carriage
then the scenery
catches my eye
trees full of summer leaf
waving
three stations till
under underground
where will my eye
find rest
tubes running along
the tunnel wall
related to my intestine
tube filling up
with characters
50s cartoon reflections
on curved corner windows
the two door exit,
worthy of a space ship
a man in an
aqua marine jumper
sits beneath an
aqua marine advertisement
there are things of interest
everywhere
let me not
miss any of them
Shangri la
Sun
The sky is filled,
With unfathomable blue,
feather clouds streak,
and the sun,
a white light round and flashing,
perched high in the heavens,
glancing at it momentarily,
sun blindness,
mirages,
summer time bathing,
in ultra violet.
The Mermaid
Adrift in the sea,
dancing in the waves,
caught by the tide,
surfacing, mingling with
the oceans music,
leaving the water momentarily
to deliver one
perfect kiss
to a drunken sailor.
Desert Sun
The sun has melted,
Into the blue,
Under the warm seas,
I find some shade,
And have an easy conversation,
With my beautiful wife,
About life,
After an hour in the park,
She to retreated to the dark,
And now designs works on paper,
Works on canvas,
Beyond description,
Visions of landscape,
Existential ,Martian ,
From forever,
Creatures strange and new ,
Benign sea monsters,
The earth mother,
behorned ,winged ,tentacled ,
Connecting all species,
New worlds , this world,
This paradise.
Peace on earth
The sun hangs,
Over the tube station,
silver sword rays,
cut the skys,
a seat on the,
lovely tube carriage ,
time to think,
time to pray,
drops you 3 stations on,
corridors and stairs,
aware of my breathing,
the next train,
has been stripped,
by saintly years ,
here lies a throne,
blue carpet,
skating of to the suburbs,
sliding sideways,
a myriad of bricks ,
an explosion of green green leaves,
then the street,
with tired feet,
tab up to the,
amazing super market,
and how time sculpts,
city landscapes,
in at the perfect warehouse,
under a lucky 7,
where the coffees expensive,
but you can afford it.
May saturday
The grey clouds bring the tropics
to summers florescent leaves
the winds toss and turn
the rain falls distantly
ghostly mosquito legs on the horizon
drifting across crowded London
the new and old buildings
seem all mixed up and out of place
though not always
just today under the monkeys picnic
avoid spinning doorways
we climbed up to
covent garden
all cheap signs and
out door aluminium chairs
a multi coloured rabbit warren
the silver star on my jacket
grows larger and more intricate.
2019
Rattle snake
That bitter outline
strike the pose
edge into the universe
pass judgement
stolen from some
stale writings
re invent old games
THAT NO LONGER
APPLY
rattlesnake rattlesnake
haughty eyes
ugly mind
without understanding
ticking all your own boxes
in your crisp
questionaire
watch the whirlpool
youve created
take another
forlorn soul,
rattlesnake.
R A T T L E S N A K E.
2019
Green Time
The florescent leafs
conspire together
to strangle the
the street lamps light
beneath, the black Maria ,
driven by ghosts
waits for god knows what,
this room is tidy
looking up and out,
all scenes are
decorated by
a large red post box
Max Ernst would have
enjoyed
the musics playing
but i cant here it
still trying to remember
30 years ago
when it seemed
profound
i will tune in
when I’m good and ready
picture dreams
stacked floor to ceiling
await the avid collector
somewhere on this
dull planet
2019
Have you seen
I read my bible
go to church on Sunday
prey
hidden in these 3
are immense vistas
deep and powerful prose
music
dance
joy and hope
with in this
life’s journey
the freedom of the weak
a myriad of things
made clear
shining
stand before the king
call him brother
The Bridge
I stand on the bridge
the sun is still bright
I’m mesmerised by the
white hot reflection
it has the look
of Chinese characters
a constant repartition
of 3 sentences
carried by wind kissed
waves
i glance about
listening to Nirvana unplugged
the actions around
people walking
a young seagull
learning twigs aren’t tasty
but theres something
something in the way
the entire scene
is playing out
something amazing
and soon my love
shall complete the picture
and we shall walk hand
in hand .
2019
Morning light
The musics playing
the green dragons trees
await at the gate
the chosen path
ends at
precarious steps
plastic ivy
hangs on prison windows
a corroded wall
takes up most
of the view
the doors open
the mosquito,s have
not yet
found their dank
Nirvana
life goes on
cool breeze
days without
end
2019
Ode to a lady
she encircles me with her curves
she carries love through empty streets
she makes life a dance
watch her as she moves
begin to understand her beauty
governed by the forces
of mysterious nature
a distant memory
of paradise begins to
clarify her being
it is not how it seems
where was one
now are two
man and woman
Adam and Eve
Bacchus and Ariadne
as the music
begins to quicken
logic begins to fall
it saves it self
clinging to a masterpiece
the Tempest
this is stuff
that dreams are made of.
2019
Jungles
the jewel like sun ,
projects its movie ,
through autumn leafs ,
held aloft ,
eye of the west ,
amoungs’t racing clouds ,
stone henge born ,
Camelot bound ,
the hands of the heart ,
pray ,
metal cars , stone edifices ,
soft , green , grass ,
i vitruvian man ,
collapse on earth ,
planet spinning ,
centries , ions ,
jungles .
Reach
The day has dawned ,
I am reaching
judo with my self
zens
spinning trinity
bring me forests
bring me fields
and let me run ,climb , jump ,
fast , very fast !