POTENT BEAUTY MEDICINE
I unlock the snake-jaw
Trace the snail-shell path
To a twisted atomic omega point
The back-door of a snowflake
I treasure the pattern
In a fractal cactus
Or white-out on an ECG monitor
I feel the live arc
Of a Scorpion's tail
Collect the DNA of a crashing
Wave bringing chaos to a beach
Under glamour and moonshine
Potent beauty medicine grows
Bottling the tears of immature angels
Drawing strength from decay
SEX-PAGAN-MOTION
All that silliness and devotion
Laid on this bed -
A jiggling mountain of plump
Tattooed young body parts
A shudder of scarlet flesh, which
Mimics the pumping of a
Rhythmic pagan heart - containing
Ecstasy in sweat - then the
Tremendous uprush of blood as
We reach up to touch - what... Buddha?
Christ? - The Unknown Spirit?
But then a certain secret
Somebody turns the lights off
It becomes dark - and somewhere high
Above the window, clouds break
As imperceptibly the tide covering
Caernarvonshire retreats
Then Im human again, I shiver
Spineless
Gutless as any broken mollusc
Part of the food chain
Ready to be eaten, just
Lying naked on the beach.
WOODLAND DREAM - AN IDYL
Lost in the sheer fright of
Twisted trees that lurch about,
Is that a pissed sapling in my path?
The birth of the wild copse
A birch holding lager tinnies
And an aspen
Playing with its knife -
They're gonna cut my skin
And leave their mark
I don't trust anything
That don't speak real English
We crucify our
Livers with gin, as unknown
Birds get burning throats
While the woodman
Lies on top of his wife.
Where does the wilderness begin?
In the bush or in the heart?
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