tit for tat

PEACE LOGIC LIKE THAT

To create luminous peace
On a cheap t-shirt
Wearing New age hat, hippy
Badge encrusted dungarees
Using Churchil''s reversed V

To be bright and angelic
As you open the cave of the mouth
And let your snail tongue
Slither a right-on sentence
On Peace, Love, Equality
Across the tabloid page

Get on your knees and
Kiss the earth, find the
Trail of secrets...

All big ball breaking words -
Love - Hate have four letters
(all the unstable ones like SEX, OIL
CND have three - and the DEVIL and
NUCLEAR I'll discuss another time...)

I have a new age friend who
Imagines horse's have a deep laugh
and when they find it, it will replace
Their nervous neigh, and they will
Rule the Universe and the Dolphins.

I like logic like that.

YES PLEASE

Big it up for the Yes men
The one's that never voice Nay
I'd like to be a Yes man
If only for a day.

Oh I'd say yes to everything...
(like, thick gravy pie and peas)
I'd say "YES SIR" to promotion
Halve employment, give
The chop to parkside trees

So say YES to everything from
On high; It's great when you ride
The gravy train; Your smiley face fits
You work in fits, and some young
Temp delivers your mail.

HOMILY OF THE CELLS

There have been many conflicts, wars
Exterminations, in all countries
- because we reject love

Bodies are made up of cells.
Our present World Civilisation
Seems patched together from countries,
Each governed by their own nuclii.

If cells do not exchange and work
In harmony with each other, the ideal,
The dream of 'being human' dies.

Because our cities, our centres of power
Are clogged with wealth, the Earth and all
It's Life expressions are now dying.

Only Love is capable of circulating
Between cells - it gives of itself....
With a justice that is yet more

Only Love can get so close
And add to our outer knowledge
of molecules, customs, local differences,
The knowledge that fuses us into family.

MATERIAL

Draped in material,
Sewn shiny skin,
Starry-eyed males
Drink at a fountain
Of dead images: Iraq and
Congo, they come and go.

In our subconscious
We cry at the channels

The heart is a flickering
Barbecue - when we breathe
Out relax - there's an extinction
A configuration of bones

And so the perfect helix's
Of DNA are lost. We bite the
Wartime dust - and close our
Red, blue, green eyes.

MANDALAS

Your eyes are almond-shaped
Mine is a starry Mandala
My sight trips over triangles,
Thin vectors, the bric-a-brac
Of Mathematics

Your face is crazy-paving, yet
The desert of your complexion
Surrounds two oases

There I would sing our
Illegal heartbeats till dawn
There I would drown.