REVELATION

The fallen angel
(With fiery arsehole)
Intoned to me
Through a megaphone:-

"Nails are made
Of dirt

Thoughts are made
Of blood

I can't see anything
Angelic other than this
Moulinex toaster"

And he swished his tail
(killing a passing cat)
Which got respect

So I put down my Playstation 3
(having lost my lives
In Grand Theft Auto 2)
And prepared to record.

GRATTAN VS SEABROOK

In Grattan's catalogue a
Slim teenager changed for swimwear,
Then later, Dalmart thermals,
Finishing her shift
In lycra cycling shorts

While her sister, working
At Seabrooks crisps
Rotating a night shift,
Realises she's becoming fatter
(She has a hankering for
Worcester Sauce)

SCHOOL PLAY?

Deep deep (deep) under a local
NCP multi-storey carpark
Lies a bottomless pit
And Jordan VIP from
'I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here'
Is auditioning for the part of -
'The Woman clothed in the Sun'

But she's struggling with another
Character (played by Jodi Marsh):
"It says ere we see 'a woman sitting on
a scarlet-colored animal, full of blasphemous names
having seven heads and ten horns "
Wotz-that-all-about?

And then the director
With a swish of his tail
Tells her to get in position
For her great birth

But then Peter rings
And so she goes on about
Their new documentary for Sky
Until her agent catches her eye.

SIXTH FLOOR

I work in a glass box.
There are no seeds here.
My desk is plastic-teak
A frame of grey steel

I use the e-mail -
I answer rapid calls
My boss is punctual
As a Swiss atomic clock.

My feet are isolated,
Yet I use them to get
A sandwich from the trolley -
The trolley woman smiles.

***

Soon I'll have a natural desk
And a real plant - I will
Contemplate a superb
Polished, natural grain

And, when I eat my sandwiches
I'll talk to my boss about freedom
Talk to my plant about roots.

ECO HYMN

Chuang-Tzu spoke:-

In your Yorkshire
Those natural rivers
That wander slowly
Like an old men's speech
Now get straight to the
Point - move impotently
Through miles of concrete

You took wildness away
With dams and buildings,
Unknotted loops of water.
Drained then defiled everything

You operated on hills
Cutting away sections
For wealth; siphoned off
Black blood to run machines,
Ignoring the power
Of the wind and the sun

You criss-crossed
Animal territories with roads,
Obscured nature with high-rise;
You never stopped to look at
Species different than your own.

I replied:-

We the rich
Have fabuous distractions,
Clever entertainments. Our Empires
Supply armaments and Supermarkets.
Yet we have a folk memory
Of our own destruction of Nature,
'The industrial Age'.

For some reason
We only give a token gesture like
Pop concerts; we keep assistance
Well within our policed borders.

Slaved to our economics,
Locked into our own State, we watch
The poor 'better' themselves with
Their own coal, wood, oil reserves,
And in the process
We destroy the World.

CLEANSING THE TEMPLES

Subterfuge of incense
A night eye blinded

Increasing the gold
In head and heart
I stand before the
Ransom sold

Love a kick in the heart
In an old redundant soul.

Whipping this body into
Shape, I see God in the surf
Of leather and lace,
The brilliant hues of
TV women, comforting flesh.

Breakfast for you is always
Sperm, quivering eggs.

And love is a kick in the heart
And love is a massage in
An old redundant soul
Where new life takes hold.

ARISE

Look up -

In the morning
Let your eye and mind wander

Admire the great unselfish sun
Blazing its open wound

Of Christ-like dark tattoos
And tears like drops of fire
That populate the ring of Earth

ALL THE BIBLES WE HAVE PRINTED...

The promise resonates;
One good word is enough
A template of love

You offer up my sex like a flower
Your fingers speak - your
Fingers smudge

We were meant
To read chapters
When we blink,
See the night-sky
As a carnival

All the lights we have printed
We see them as possessions -
Not compassion or love

Burn the books
Move to the house of the heart
Empty, forgotten -
Open every pane of glass,
Throw out your warmth and love.

THE CAVE OF MY HEART

The chaos
Of my cave-heart
- Call it my
Showcave -

Everything flickering.
Theres no way out for
Expressions, for
Winds that blow

Outside
The sun is a great ball
Touches everything

So much good nature
One day it will kill you

RESTORATION COMEDY

Were heading for the rocks
Sun blinded, our
Love a comforter;
My eyes hurt with longing

For more -
You told me to be truthful
And beautiful as a
Palm Beach flower

***

There are rocks in our bay of
Human Love; and sharks

I was existential
Evolutionary
Tormented

Compromised...

And yet you showed me kindness
And yet you showed me
The way to your sunrise

THE KALUA BLUES

When my baby downs Kalua
She creates quite a hoo-har
Dancing to her Rhumba

My Butler, Pastry man and Baker
They've all tried a drop I wager
Even though weighed with Sago
I want you all to know

So I confess I brew Black Sheep
In my wardrobe every other week
Putting hop fumes my pants
And evil dreams in my sleep

THE WOMAN CLOTHED WITH THE SUN...

Daily she gives up her secrets

Her words are a pen-sword
That frays the slender thread of life

Her mouth and fingers spin new myth
To hide her nakedness

Her golden tongue is a strong branch
Which never loses its leaves

A BALANCING SPELL

I’m out of balance
My cells are dispersed
To the four corners of a
Thirty nine year old male

I’m ringmaster
Of a pain-filled foot
Conductor of an elemental
Eye, jailor to a jumpy hand
Nursemaid to acidic tears

Lets re-generate
Lets wave a candle
Huummm

As I sprinkle earth on foot
Wash ears, marry hand to tool,
Feed eye with pristine snow-scene
From my dinky Blackpool toy

TO THE PLANETS OF LOVE AND MISCHIEF

This foil wrapped sensitive
Traveler knows Venus gives
Most disease. In a rubbish bin
Galaxy, she's the likely source
Of the improbable sneese

So I left behind my aspirin -
Put Mars in my sealed glove.
I retro boosted to Jupiter
To gave seminars on Love

Until they took away
My playmate and stuck
Pluto at the back of the class;

Savant Saturn said as
He weighed up her soul
The planets have all ganged up -
Made her cranky, radoiactive, bad.

HEY MR SUN

You leak pride on me
My Cosmic shine-battery
Heart stolen from
An unused black hole

A cool disco light
Giving night and day
A creche for Seraphim
A bra strap burner
My aeon long w-i-n-k

A BRADFORD ROUNDABOUT IN AUTUMN

The Town Hall shines
In its mock Renaissance.
All Disney razzamatazz
- Its scale makes me forget this
Place was made by simple Woolmen

On the hill
A collection of men in boxes
Look down, their spirit blocked
By contra-flow. They watch
A sea-scab of grey.

Nothing pulses in veins.
Nothing dies.

A brush mark or two of red and orange
Shows in the cracks, gives a little
Expectancy - the lack of concrete roots
Makes trees actually glow stronger
shining on sunken fields

The Seventies
Whirls its machine eyes;
The amphitheatre of movement
Makes empty buildings, still-born and
Lost since their original heydey,
Settle into themselves, hibernate.