Iridescent death

King fisher

cobalt flash

bolts under

the weeping willow’s

latticed leaves 

plunges the surface  

of the reflected sky. 

Fisher King 

under the Skin 

of the rivers flowing fleet 

to strike sublime  

 scaled flicker of fish,  

Iridescence inspiration.  

 Depth dug meditation  

To hold the mind open   

And sink up, out

and pierce flesh  

Flick the surface 

of the evening splash 

streaming out beyond

 to become kissed sublime. 

Sheer Stealth from above 

the fisher of souls 

ignites his fatal love 

Wasted world

I shall miss the blue blue sky

The clean air the bird song  meadows 

Plastic free streams 

 Clean streets and friendliness  

Thinking time, creative time 

And the no vapour trail  sun 

Real life my one life 

All this will go  

When the ceaseless mechanical  

Shit-din begins 

Again 

The moronic team meetings 

The sick joke of safeguarding

 The stock driven  trivia  of it all 

The GDP  that I’m measured by

 The daily share index crap 

The appraisal and the CPD 

The soul destroying commute

  The shopping as mind numbing entertainment

  Work as gameification 

Sex as commodity  

Alcohol anaesthesia  world 

The hero worship of nothing  

For nothing by nothing 

travelling nowhere  

All of it  

This wasteland of a billion lives

Slow Burn

When I get far

From myself 

And feed the struggle 

 distancing my mind 

from raw reality, 

There you will find me 

on the wild heather hills  

Running  in the clouds 

And down my lived in scares 

That fault along  damage lines 

Toward my heart.

 Stored in the muscle  

Where hides  the original fracture 

The slow burn fuse 

That drives me on  

But I would rather be free 

To fly endlessly in the stars 

Away from The overwhelming

  too much to bare,

 in the deeper 

 under current 

Of my being 

To find  the hand

 that reaches out 

Across the dark 

To  pull me back to the world

The immediacy of being

All at sea

The sails unfurl

 I tac toward the shore

 With a roar

 Low in the Belly of the waves

 Cutting water

 Flinging spray.

 My mind fills

 My past reveals 

 My memory Moves  

like mercury on rock

 To these days

 The fiction made fact days

. The Science idiot times

To tell my younger self

That I could not own  life 

 That it spills through fingers

 Nor chain love 

For it  and time  are borrowed 

Nor could I possess beauty 

For age draws on skin 

Casts a web of karmic sin

  upon a pretty face.

What used to be

will Vanish With out trace. 

Like a ship in winter 

When the hurricanes  blow

All of this will  go

The sheer physics of it Will go 

The very biology.

But in every second my

Senses shone in incandescent incarnation  

Of the shear experience in it. 

The very seeing by it 

How bright it is!

To wake up briefly in this

Eternity and wonder in numinous awe

 how deeply loving is the moment.  

How eternal the immediacy of being.

By evening 

my sails bloom

As the harbour light

Guides me home