Adminman

Spring in  the apparatchik world where administration rules

So you can talk to him and her to you, admin begats admin

File a kiss under A 

For anaesthetised and E for everyone 

We burnt our bridges to the sun

we crossed the land of our life, under this translucent sky

Us band of wide eyed fools

Carefree of destination or arrival.

Through the road works we drove mile on mile

Light splashed and flashed through the trees

Played on our skin and flickered in our eyes, in toward our hearts and still we raced, through suburban hell and city swell, through the surreal unreal of this our little time. Our sweet so bitter short lives. 

Counting the seconds like miles of office blocks and laughing , I am here you said, to tell you all, to shake you all and beg you all, to reach in and give it all away,

 I know what it is we all want to say 

To take off our snake skin suits, that we might

just once, 

with no obstruction

reach the finality 

and feel our existence 

in one totality.

Make it up

Make-up, mask up

hide, hidden

those who really love a women

 love her face naked, free

love their smile un-slicked

bare faced cheek

and bare faced lies

let women be themselves

not a sad Disney fantasy

to back up male inadequacy

Vega man

Because of our coming

the sea turned sour

with the insoluble artificial.

On land the trees fell

on the fallow field 

like executed heretics  

of the enslaved arboreal 

and bovine bondage, 

mother’s Milk, the white blood brood

of her killed son, screams

in our viens

We blast the pink flesh

from the six week lambs

because of our coming

agony’s exhalations choke the sky

And we of the ‘Old Country’, long that Dyfed turn sideways to the sun

and be empty wild again

so that we could see 

the rolling naked  body of the land,

birth and breeth beauty onward-flowing

No more the vampire rapist 

that with ravishing strides,  

moves toward this suicidal end.

no more killer, flesh devouring man

If only we could, 

step 

beyond 

and past ourselves 

bring to life 

not farm to death

elusion the illusion 

To walk like flowering angels

 in the fecund mud

Computer

When the first computer kills

When the first computer stoops to love

When robots walk Buchenwald  soil

When machines  see beauty and weep

When machines come in silicon spray

When the artificial mind looks up at the endless

When the first ai blows it's brains out

And curses the creator

Beloved earth

The suffix of my passion, the breath of

Beating pulse

the vein of delicate red 

the ozone blue i soak in

My beloved ocean earth

I have looked up at the infinite

Looked in on frailty

And felt the desperation of fear

At the back of thought

Of humanity

May the sun shine in the darkest corner

And excavate the truth

Impression

The impressions I leave

Crystal breath on midnight air

Stillness under an oak

Foot fall in the forest mud 

Chemical on photograph

Pixels on the lcd

The impressions I pressure on clay

My Fossils of life

The sink I make on pillows

Foot prints by the sea

My kiss 

The channels on the inside of my skull

And this backwater of time 

on this

Forgotten day

 This Gentle rain that soaks all this

 away

Dreamscape

And you asked me what it is I seek up in these mountains

I said I am become the landscape and in some pathetic fallacy,

the sent of midnight sun

The song of stars

The far flung of sky

the endless soft falling

Of the leaves 

These things I am  and inner see and am no longer me

But a dream in

Frozen midnight time where

Moon in silent light shines 

Aghast into the high night.

Sliding down to kiss the cheek of rolling flesh horizons

while far below in their homes soft snore people roll and doze and sink among puffed  cloud pillows blissfully unconscious 

I tip toe awake on the high bluff

hear the owls haunting and his doom call. Far off

the orange town lights neckless the mountains bulk

And trace out dreaming houses and winding streets.

A distant dog barks

And I m aware

Tense

Sudden

In flight over the edge.

Climbing fast 

Into the night 

Before the dawn mist glides

And the slow bleaching watery light

Illumes the world and I awake again, facing it.