NEITHER

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

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

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

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

CA-CHING

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

       

 

        

IN THE MIRROR (HEAL)

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