Thursday, 29 September 2016


as pleases
 
When
your world
is the Ten Thousand Things
 
you hold   The Mudra
     The World Ball
 
              walking around touching things
                   picture tom cutting an onion
                   and look at your lovely pond
          and i love the way nature has reclaimed part of it


 


up high


royal vagabond still be-leaved


the long aching lines of wichita reaching out


though bearded beats to malvern plain’s green fields


brown trees in clumps are more and
                            more i think of the sandwich maker’s bottom


long lines reaching out multi-dimensional 
                       X-beat jazz sun floods it through blue mist holes


 

Monday, 5 September 2016


                                
                             letting it run            open the window
 
        greenfinch     rasp/microwave     rotater
 
                             pigeonlilt in flight
 
                             non-transferable but then wherever

abstract expressionism after han shan
 
that painter
worked for donkey’s years
i have on the walls of my tent
creases wrinkles time
packed away
moiré patterns
wind and sun
angle colour form



 

stars and clusters and james joyce

past redruth on the hill opening



where

 

all these shelves on books

line that you know people

up the social society up in no

particular prefer up and

spot the offspring doing it over and

load the line up and line up long

on digital gizmo eyesight no

Problemo! we follow by feel by remote

                                            Control

have moved away across the floor we have

dances  the very France  and now we stand

in another area                                     Line up

                    lean

lost where

found

           coiled up

           snake

and owl

Thursday, 16 April 2015


FUNCTIONAL ELECTRICAL ACCESSORY




marshal law sorting screws
always sounds worse in the dark
up to their necks in liquid chocolate
pictures don't stay long in the clouds
weight loss recoded
up and away went the red balloon
imagine you're a functional electrical accessory in the modern world
i'm intending living forever
don't ask me why but on a clear day
the singer naked under her shift
the past appears closer in the rear-view mirror
a load of bollocks the angel on a lofty cloud
it's open season
w people lighting fires on a monday

Thursday, 26 February 2015


notes known as Ev

 

 

 

everything is changing

and nothing changes

 

 

 

she’s in her shorts

drawing a line around the world again

from the other side

 

 

 

the poet examines the scores of the stars

asks the birthdate and is confirmed in his intuition

the professor will have nothing to do with such

harbingers and skullduggery

nevertheless the lovely world wakes up

and goes to sleep and wakes again

regardless

still even unseen happening

round about and backing

 

 

 

 

round about poets

 

 

 

*

 

completely naked on the american-indian mountain range

                                         Head full of poets Increasingly dead

the haunting poignant sad music            orders changing
build up subside build up the talented young women
complex psychological tissue who

                                                             is he where is he from where                                                                                         

                                                                                                                  is he he's

       in the pueblo on the cross in the bath the bed the wind spaces of yes

(she did not want to ?)

 

*

 

his chubby speaking her seed pit

just drag yr chains with ya and shake ‘em in time to the jazz

 

*

 

civilising

imp:

carey

trickering

fun

playing computer games

watching the football

reading the poetry books stacked

by the sofa!

 

*

 

on brain of britain describe the shoes of anna

names in foreign’n all but right

‘n set poor barry humphrey earwigging a problem;

’cause should he allow the word but wrong country wrong language? it all coming in a  spittled explosion stamping of sabots and gasping at straws but he had to think no ‘cause it may have been swahili for instant coming in amongst the gab and how was he to know? he had to think no

 

well there you are the five

minutes of shame

 

*

 

LUDO: [i play]

wiv mod board

flexed tin dome dice shaker

HELLO KITTY counters fit

neat circlets in my memory

orange and white plastic

EMPIRE-MADE travelling boon chess set

where didums Matthews or whatever

his name could never be beaten

 

*

 

just for you                                                

 

 

heiroglyphs  viewpoint

 

clouds now they have gone

                               stoppages

Marcel’s measure a leaning stick

they found by the road to the school

after image and i to sleep with

 

burnished     foxglove

 

*

 

 

(referencing eric mottram, jeff nuttall, robert creeley, james joyce, bill griffiths and marcel duchamp)

 

 

 

 

 

backing for poets

 

nebulae


red
recognisable from previous or the wireless even some



melodic series w chord chopping hinted or occasionally up front

loosely over slowly reverent not-song

                                   women

                  control hectic  pump  stanzas

                  the poxy last  manifesto beat

                                                   silent ends

                                                   on quite fast repeated space

anthemic zappa  we salute you  you muffled pussy stump 

threadbare militar crankd on movin’

slidin’ vague disconsolate dog occasionally mongrels

pick up treble smoke signals she said on her way to school

Monday, 27 October 2014


            MD

just like Marcel's measure
the stick they had found
by the road to the school
The beautiful writer has smoked these hieroglyphs just for your viewpoint and see now they have gone
Banded sky

Monday, 13 October 2014

trackside of road

high the mist hill passing yr silver mattress in twilight

orchard transparencies flo

thin cloud banks

chalk marks by the gate

road bends earth view drifts

mass text dream

discomfort palpable radiations passing below

the high flying bird the lowly worm the liars and the angels the lions and the lambs

his list of treads, his final idiosyncrasies, craqueleur and fractal delerium

early palimsest of scratches slightly clothed in the leafed garden

last year’s autumn hazel backlights all

observe magical king creature stirring

dark’n light aleatoric markers overlooking river in folds unshaven

hyena world of bone or glass

a blue sky as someone passes and leans over looking intent

how the harbour opens, how the field stretches away, the hills celluloid in the distant fiction

a fuckin' socialist joke between blocks of someone

a small pink thing at the point of issue

lovely creatures translated from ideograms in blue

blue mist around the dolmen hollow tree language of stone people

squirrels in a glass cabinet

neon dust reading the signals of a sleeping woman

a mass of hovering facets clung interupting in the breeze statuesque topiary pieces

the childhood spectacle of art darks their speed more than a bit of wood with script

tyre track side of road next rains could see you gone



imago emergent

 
 
recumbent in smoke
lands
the little drea - mer
to the blue
the sea-spiral serpent and
small window cloud bank

sea with white tops...

 
 
reliquary embroidering
the cornish etceteras rise indefinitely out of obsessional treatments

throw those windows open wide cleansing the doors of perception and making it new
beset by ghosts
at upper trevaskis listening to history
the wind and the rain through tall trees
steel hammering before birds before sunrise
pervading
ghosts
goats coats sacks wives how many were there going to




 
i.m. bill griffiths

LUDO: [i play]
wiv mod board
flexed tin dome dice shaker
HELLO KITTY counters fit
neat circlets in my memory
orange and white plastic
EMPIRE-MADE travelling boon chess set
where didums Matthews or whatever
his name could never be beaten

delinquent 2-step




 

 

 

Delinquent Behaviours



Argue Gone (come over love The sleep



Diff over she looks at me likely



cuts the mustar Moves the elephants and other importants



One of the most important occurences this side o’ breakfast took out the word Shag



imp

Tink and

daw



 

impression, that is



obsessed



contour trace line where all the ladders



 

pile up any old any



 

‘round the dragnet



 

murmering seaweed of child



 

cat and expanse



 

clear sky morning



 

frost window



 

lace


 


mood kerfuffle



 

assessement of weather conditions affecting jackdaw chacks the changing breakfast



 

 

 

mist band



orchard



sunlight



glistening wet



 

 

 

flash



white



underwing



 

 

plastic sword stuck in the lawn

THERE ARE NO FISH IN THIS TANK



 

 

 

 

"the fascination of it being what it is" how much talent could there possibly be in the soil

see-thru creatures between flimsy break down label and stone event

goes round all together and inbetween everything blossoms appearing in the orchard

and tomorrow in my place i will leave word filled with ripening creatures

a non-rhyme sonnet that pride extrudes...

all things i was and where i’m going to come to promonotory Time

a dream rebirth the naked transmogrifying monster

falling through a hatch on saturday in the upper world

the upper world nearly found out it was me looking down from my shadow on the ridge the fuselage
sleep after rubric after hubris after down all is pigeon talk in soft evernescence

the vikings come in mist completely irrelevant

they have gone off in the valley of heat as all interlaced things

the cockerel the crow and the guitar strut in complete syncromesh

gibberish gibous she was our moon gertrude had a very fat mind but she was a little monkey
woman who calls her piece/pieces tender buttons deserve attentions

little monkey our moon my duck fly across clever dick now film

a pair of nice shoes for instance

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

the somnambulists



 

under a thin black woolen blanket

my son, wayne rooney and i

the aliens have held off and

i check the doorway



all is quiet and dark

Wednesday, 19 September 2012





 

 

to be by

                         all moving                 sea

                                                                       horizon

                                                                                      line




 

In

   Past

   Time



   this

Other

   than


somebody’s name
a point of grammar arises
she looks
preferring correct latin

sunk
head down all that could be
thought of was ‘the plain’
stretching away

on lofty prominence
or nietsche’s mountain in
wound-licking foolishness

sun bathes the east
shadows crinkle the conifers nearby like smiles
and all is well ...

in the machine
a slow movement

re-assess attributes and duties
watch the new teacher’s profile

art is always just around the corner
of the eye
two-dimensional even

everything is so quiet falling apart
they say the writing is on the wall
i will be uplifted sometime soon