THIS IS PROGRESS…

You mean so much to me;
The past is a guest
With cranky manners

TWO TYPES OF LOVING

The brighter the dark
The deeper the pain of wanting;
I reach out and remember
How once I yearned,
Even though burnt
From her bright shadowy face

She withdrew of course.

Now I am a moth
Take it easy in the clover
And remember that loving
Is for the daytime

For cinema, dancing, and
A hill top view for miles
With light everywhere

MOMENTS

However world weary
There are moments in forests
Or by the sea-shore
When everyone touches heart

However tough or jaded you are
There are moments in sex
Or the death of a friend
When everyone touches
Deeply into their heart

WITHOUT YOU

Without you
Everything is right,
....So wrong

horses unshod
Without an owner
Win their first race
At two 'o' clock -
They trot to the medals
And always get shot

Friends and lovers
From the last century
Roll back their lips
Their semi-detached jaws
And gossip. I wiggle my hips
Like Elvis, try to smile

Some angel big shot
Beats his wings
And I listen
To a sermon on an
'Everlasting true love'

Without you
Everything makes sense
And nothing does. Without you
The Last
Judgement is incomplete -

I remember
Reclining ontop of beachy head
Look up at the clouds
Rolling with thunder

I opened my brolly for a
Second. What a way to go

Silly this place -
Hell is....deeply black

And yet
Without you, I notice the
Tides turning from green to black,
Jet coloured
For all eternity,
Are glimmering with
Secret heartbreaking rainbows.

PLINKETY PLINKY PLONK

What ya got goin on….

A chateau in france
A multi-national business
In seven countries
(With Alka-Seltzer)

Or a child’s hand held
At the circus for tragic
Clowns with large underpants
Or the thrill of the trapeze

This life is a tune you pick;
Chopsticks,
Gershwin's rhapsody
Or Claire-da-Lune

BRITISH (RAIL) WINTER

Not so long
Since the winter snow
Fell and fell; Not so long
Since the train galloped
Home to its train shed
By a welsh hill one last time
To let steel go blue

And yet the turntable froze
And the timetable disappeared
From the lonely country
station cut off

Despite the public good,
While a guards van
(used by ancient sheep)
Pulled the fields around it
And snuggled down
For forty years and nights

TO KATE MOSS

I've got a heroin habit
You've got a vampire rabbit
This is just heroin chic, so see
You darlin', at the clinic next week

DO AND MAKE

Using books,
I see so many things
That Human beings have
Done and made - relationships
Said with flowers
Shoes, antiques, or men
Manning the Ship of State

I am rather shy
Hidden behind my non-de-plume,
As my chorus of characters
So busily stalk the moon

But I feel this is honest work
With paper and pen
Exploring this need to write as
I catch a beam and say
"Hello darling, goodnight".

HISTORY

Wind blesses your hair
The weevil blights the corn
A prairie of flowers hides
A 1920’s bankrupt farm

The factory is cruel
The weaving shed made
Artistic tapestries, that
The moneyed enjoy

The giggle of a child, eyes bright
Records the bloodshed of
The strike - While the teacher
Swings his birch too freely.
Such lessons only hurt.

The model T came - the fabric
Of society preserved by
A letter sent from
A post office counter -
As an army sent abroad
Starts suckling on graves
Full of the young

TWO HALVES

Woman so comely,
Would make the Earth
A bower and live there
(Rearranging the furniture.)

Man, with his lack of moorings
Would push into the stars
Find the dark side

Ridiculous idea!
Pride of two halves...

A man should be a tree
Whose arms reach Heaven

In exact proportion
To his love below

CRYING

Watching Schindler's list
On a borrowed black and white
...got all cut up inside.

Couldn't take it -
Flattened as he
Faltered, dropping the ring
Of bloody fillings.

I cried like a baby
Just bawled

Later that night, I cried too
For every Jew and German
On or off screen,
For every fighter
For every Arab -

Those dark places of racism
Along Riddings Rd -
But most of all
For me and you.

THE DRAMATIC ART
OF FALLING APART

The walls are falling down
There aren’t enough bricks to go around
My body is falling down

My sides lack handles
My windows lack glass
My head lacks thatch

I hear all the worms
Go rat-a-tat-tat

My head lacks whimsy
My chest lacks straw
My heart lacks fire

It was
Your kiss
That held me together, Oh boy
That kiss was my glue

THE PALACE

The road of excess
Leads to the palace of wisdom
Well not if your Saddam Hussein
Fox-holes are for real

This blog externalises
My fantasies - do you realise
Mud stuck in Ghana
Builds a cathedral
Quick before it rains…

I use the saliva
Of my mouth
To hold this wall
Say it and its true

DO YOU REALISE IM
(DODGING THE BULLET OF LOVE)

Do u realise I love you
Not in a cloying way
But as the clouds that are grey
Hide a majestic sun

Do u realise that
After thirty-eight years
My sentiments are a dart
That races from my heart

To yours

We can‘t be all we are
Unless we surrender.
We can't be all we are
Unless we find love outside
The dark comfort zone
Of living alone

DIZZY

Oh possum
Baby possum
Knit me a cloud
Knit me a shroud

Your Farmer says that
Kansas blew away
With your kiss

Im so dizzy
That the crop of your smile
Makes me so
Clap clap happy

DING DONG

Nothing religious -
Your a bright bell

I want to swing you ring you
Polish you up with oil

Hear your curves
Sing like a dream

And ignore the bad music
From your mobile phone

DOMESTIC

The spaceship revolves -
Your on one arm of it
Its taking a week to get to you by
Gantries and communication shafts
Im dizzy.

I unscrew the door.Your mighty pissed off.
I have forgoten my shopping list
And the dog needs washing
And taking for a walk

BELLY UP

They watch you eating cake
Drooling as you eat slabs;
You can eat by the hour
Until you almost feel satiated,
Belly absorbs all the
Fondue and sugar.

We’ve no relations
With the foreign poor.
They don’t understand the
Inventions we made - baking tray
Tupperware, sellaphane

There’s always a famine on
A Tuesday or Wednesday
Best keep the poor at arms length
Well out of your kitchen.
(Let them watch TV
Let them watch you eat cake).

POP ART!

Im just a solitary walker
Havn’t got 60,000
Components around me.
Im in a country lane:
I hit my stride
Under leaves bright as light bulbs

Everything glides here
Like on metal rails.
Ive been here once before
In shadows

With no direction - smooth metal
Maps, the 9-5 frayed zones.

Now I fill
My time
With balloons
Floating
To the grave;

I think ridiculous thoughts
Laugh when they explode
Soak me - big joke on me.
Pop! Pop Pop pop pop -
Not got long before I pop

HANDLING BIG EMOTIONS

Reading big emotions
Like an adult - you give
Me space to express
Whats within, tears are
Positioned carefully -
You’re lost in
A sprawling carpark.

You ring me
I avoid the void I feel inside
I shoot from the lips
You tell me that you‘ll die
.
It must be love of course.

Everything painful
Is like some grounded star,
Pressed into a can
Of Heinz soup
We sup lies,bucks fizz
Because it feels good -

Emotions are tied up in bags
Broken households
Buried deeply with things
That are not
Too important - a stinking spoil heap
Over the detritus of love and heart.
For some people that’s all their heart