Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.
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The voice of the stupid poet Is just that No idea what they mean Sitting there on their laurels Rhyming so high
Charles
Charles There is no time.There is not enough timeto know what I know I could have known about you.We all know what we knowand that is todaynothing more than that we love you. What we wonder is not even where you have gonebut how you can have goneanywhereother than herewith usright now which you are …
When we don’t share the cheese…
The other one smells bad Breathe That’s the advice of the sanity chef But… Don’t forget that you’re cheesed off for a reason There is so much more to eat and your own Breathe Is neither sweet nor sour I heard a voice say: without the dark you can’t find the light They spoke of …
Somerset House
The name had been lodged in memory with no place attached A somewhere you might have had to go if and when you needed to know or prove yourself to another Suddenly there it is and the Courtauld Institute inside it the vast courtyard framed All this was mine! In my childhood as a London …
poem for a peaen
We saw you yesterday Ellesmere GreenCrossing the roadHolding dirty blue jogging slacks up with one handGrey brown jacket too hot for the weather andLooking not at us but where we could not see Then today on Minna RoadIt’s like you’ve taken only one stepAcross the nightThrough morningTo middayHand holding slacksJacket too warmEyes inverted unfurling tomorrow …
A61
A 61 with headphones Driving down the A61 from Sheffield to Chesterfield I turn off Elgar’s Nimrod and I pull into a layby. I leave the car and with the dog on the lead I find a gap in the hedge and descend through an archaeology of cannabis, strata of clay pebbles and plastic bags. …
cow parsley
Parkwood flustered with cow parsley So evidently frail like a mind fog in the trees A scent slightly acrid steams this head
to be
through the trickle of it all through the treacle of it all it just comes to be
bearing…
Damn it I’d forgotten then I read about you and straight back you came tearing my eyes like life thank you Damn them The Dead Bringing so much life To bear