Tag Archives: loss

LIKE A

LIKE A

was
light years ahead

and now
I am dead

soul free to roam
in that dark space

ghost
    music only

ghost poetry

voices, songs

Ginsberg, McGough, Henri,
Patten,
     Ferlinghetti, Corso,

the Beatles,
    Hendrix, Cream

and the Rolling Stones

FROM THE PLACE

FROM THE PLACE

I write
from the place where
dreams come

to be
extinguished

when space, no longer
finds itself available to
generate
     a rich tapestry

and all our ideas
what we were, what
we are
   comes to be recycled

and the energies that
command, take charge
are
    no longer our own.

THAT WILLIAM BLAKE CHARACTER

THAT WILLIAM BLAKE CHARACTER

saw that William
Blake character
on social media

disagreed about the war
had a few sharp words

fresh from this exchange
looked him up
found
   not a word on Wikipedia
save a reference to a character
in a Jim Jarmusch film

which seriously flustered me
for I had got this notion
into my head
   about this far from prototypical
radical
      early nineteenth century
English Romantic poet

but seems it is all a myth, a false flag,
huge disinformation

which 
     stands to reason,
for if there were really
a Songs of Innocence and
a Songs of Experience

think how
different the world would be

ALONG

UK OK (not so very)

        still solid
    (courtesy of Victorian
architecture)

crazy high aquaducts
    (now exactly what
               do they do?)

university I went to
down main road manchester
freshly
    returned from
south africa

settler colonial
(apartheid to
           god knows who else
and me
and you)

but on that diet of dismal
how stuff going to grow properly?

how stuff going to flourish
when for best moral fibre
getting
     force-fed gloom

red, white, blue
flag should be slate grey and
colour
     most exploitative

see your politicians now
scared at the thought
                               people

might
     have their
                       own ideas

university down oxford street
(or was it road?)
                 taught me something
about the
    economic of F and K
(plaque proclaims
them
                    the previous tenants)

anarchy
OK OK    strawberries
spoiled, by
                      this time
was
          the late 70s

ust rattle your cheap jewellery here
                                  and I’ll
imagine
            in falsetto

less than happily singing along
        

THIS THING

THIS THING

this thing, suffering,
never
   thought about it really
when we were
together

before the fracture,
time of complete loss

yes that short time
of beauty
         I do not remember
much about it now

why, how
it could not be sustained

thinking about the drive home
immediately after our
                    marriage

no reason to think
of suffering

          suffering there lying
in wait somewhere
outside us

or, already primed, set
to destroy,
        lodged within
     

SCORPIUS

SCORPIUS

Last time I saw you
it was middle of November
just after your birthday

you were with someone
who looked alien
on the dark
side of the Moon

Scorpius was at its zenith
and you wwre discussing
telekinesis, expanded
consciousness
and meme
transmission

wbklst I stood quiet
as a Sentinel
         unobserved

as I had been through
each of a host of
                   less
than celestial
shapes
     and incarnations

defined by the demeanor each
                      tragic loss
to survive.