cirrus flavours
a neon show

beyond the orange dust
taste of dusk

I came to you

the river of wire
the summiits of poles
blanched in their
thoughtful order
shivered in the yellow
lights

the pretty Dodge coupe
sleek as a river
speckled
with rust

take away anger with
a blossoms graze
coloured scarf binding
the burn a torn rib
a ragged filling lung

drenched fingers in prayer
velvet light green
253 radio tuned to
twelve point three

Listen to the silence
Waiting for the key
My ear is tuned to hear you
Your’s to hearing me

Your step is light, most quiet
My eye searching all around
I hear your comfort-voice
Heart-volume at full pound

Work all day anticipating
It doesn’t matter what you say
Zoning out, no content
I’ve been waiting all the day

Home at last from all the horror
The killing and the death
Cheating, lying scum
It stinks, I hold my breath

as we swim in the vastness of the universe supreme
we are an extension of milt …
it so does seem

well for those who want to know
what is milt …
some say
Google it....

well...

it’s the sperm of male fish
spread across the waters
female fish come to bathe in it freely
when some enters..

human beings are also
extensions of fish like existence
so be it some like, fish,
swim along the current
mostly few like electric eel and me
against..

IN MEDIAS RES

I take the moments as they come
and when the moment is kind
I ride the wind in furious flow
as far as my ecstasy will go.

But when the sickness strikes
I no longer have a voice to sing
frozen in fear and desolaton.
I wait pretending
holding on to my soul
as long as I can
until
I start to live
again

The Bad

Yeah Paddy’s Day is on its way
The time when alcoholics come out to play
Wear your green with pride they say
But I often hang my head with shame
on this supposedly great day
For every Paddy, Mick and Dick
Will be out acting the tick
A night on the town
Will only get me down
As people, their sorrows, they attempt to drown

The Good

poetics of space, opacity of breath
placement of words, stepping stones
subtle pause, falter –or go on-
gaseous syllables left unformed
cosmic birthing of the stars
richness of the not yet said
deeper than the newly born
ears, sound struck , open to the sun
music , note expectant, waits -
harp’s crested gorgeousness,
voluptuously flowers, enfolded,

silence pulses in my tongue

The forests round the mountain side
are shades where many creatures hide
and slink through lowly growing leaves
as though the forest sighs and heaves
with life and sentience of its own.            5
The newly planted wood had grown
into a haven queer of sort
where natures creatures held their court.
The fluttering birds in chorus sang,
and rattling branches, squirrels rang            10
and ravens raised their calling din
as Inve, hunting, trod within

The legends told by kings in court
are of the greatly varied sort.
Long tales of unrequitted love,
or stories from the world above.
Of wizards wise and witches vain        5
and cursed lords with iron reign.
Most of these tales do have some truth
from most fantastic to uncouth
yet of the legends ever told
one still remains that grows not old.        10

There once had lived a dreadful queen
whose beauty never shall be seen
if all the west were e'er unmade

Worship the scaffolder he has an art
It is a skill that sets him apart
The construction of a safe platform
From which to engineer building reform
Every job has got it's worth
Even dealing with rubble and dirt
Providing major industry
For constructions till eternity
Solid build, eighteenth century
lasted longer than you or me
And don't forget the builders bum
The wolf whistle whilst he has his fun
Tiling your roof and grouting your ceiling
Making the room so white and appealing

I think I saw you last night,
in the far distant shadow of my dreams …

you were screaming,
perhaps I couldn’t hear clearly,
was it my name
as you traversed over my bodily carpet
unknowingly fast you paced
and trampled me …

oh what a beauty
you could be someone shouted

darling it’s not he, tis me
and
you ran back into the shell
as I could imagine
but now twas hell …

all dunky dory
heaven and hell
rang bells of glory,
not for thee
but me…