NEITHER
what happens
happens
look at this poem
it may go
one way
may go
another
I may take it this way
you may take it that
both of
these roads considerably
less-travelled
only chance of us ever meeting
will be on
a road
neither of us picked
NEITHER
what happens
happens
look at this poem
it may go
one way
may go
another
I may take it this way
you may take it that
both of
these roads considerably
less-travelled
only chance of us ever meeting
will be on
a road
neither of us picked
BLOCKS
we had our bullding blocks out
the whole carpet
was covered in them
so much fun to be had
building castles; founding
empires
our imaginations
free-wheeling
about the
tiny world of
the living room
and then, in a rather peverse
surge of destructive mind-set
we entertained
the thought of planes
raining down destruction
our tiny
populations crushed,
destroyed
bombed out
of existence
no shelter bullt, or place
of refuge
it simply being a matter
of available
bricks
and then we heard
real bombs falling
exploding in sticks until
we took
a direct hit so
forgive us
if we can neither explain
nor suggest
our guess
at a reason
for we are dead now, as
yet undeclared
ARCHIVE
pitched up at the University
in time
for my lesson
but there
was no lesson
no lecturer
no classroom
no
University
just dust and smoke and,
in the distance
the burning
archives
but perhaps I misinterpreted this
perhaps I
got in wrong
in solitary confinement
you made it sound
so reasonable
ark of the archive
archive of the covenant
with no
archive how will they know
how I was disappeared?
SILENT I am in the library hunting for tales of darkness and light feasting on the silence some poems are silent this we must respect in a world of horror what can a poem possibly say? some things are terrible some just overblown too big to talk about in a thing called a poem I have worked my way through this book labyrinth found what I was targeting exactly what I was after wondering if the books of light in this library are protected by angels flashing in to defend humanity, promote safety and justice bomb dropped falling as I wonder whether a golden robe goes with the territory is the absolute sign of favour presence of the light
DRAGON YEAR the Great Khan rides at the head of his golden army followimg the Sun everywhere trees blossom trees die words change new names for everything old show new show time is now a flooded river we are in a dragon year
CA -CHING!
I asked the I Ching
am I loved?
made
a full inquiry
so many moving lines
I fear
every line moving
so many possibilities, dimensions,
levels of speculation
in the light of which
impossible to come up
with a
solid interpretation
except to notice
that, like the wind, you
came
and are now gone

HYMN
Move on
move on
nothing here
cruel and unusual
play
with your mantra
sing your beads
tanks and missiles
on the Holy Mountain
so much
sand for your mandsla
here where
deepest dug in.
IN THE MIRROR (HEAL)
in the mirror
we were
all together
all beautiful
luxuriated in a joy
that could not
be real
took me
time to grasp
how here
were sown the seeds
of an
impossibility
that was
our destruction
needed to
read Alice, see
the Matrix
sit on your couch for ours
as you teased out
every tumour
in my consciousness
and then, no doubt too late,
I began to heal






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