Poems / Poems 4


Age of descent


The age of descent
measured by machine waves bent
clocked on or off all over the place
each second recorded decoded
by the cloaked and daggered
for our own good
they march with septic bandages
old boots and starch, candles by their side
knots that sailors dont know
a human race to locking up a devil of tarts
by thoughts of daverlist
our minds controlled by the heart
of the one and only sun





Contact the human race
all is lost
pass the bloody salt
the wound is deep and layered sinews sliced away
cut the meat darlin' it costs
refined oils and spices
bring this to a table in a hurried rage
thyme and sage
bringers of age
bandage its pleasure
it heals so who cares
but it feels wet
listening to those sounds,  of knowing
looking into those eyes,  that dont feel
contact me alien meat





Understand the deep
the masters of race
tubercular mischief on barren souls
where wages amount to sin and greed
sons and lovers are all amiss
while men and women drown in piss and bottles of fire
pain oils the machines that take the money
paid for some honey
masked the weights of a society
and paves the way for a generic fool
the silver spoon passed amongst us
like a chariot to the sky dream
watching the bill and men like that kill
soft as oils and pastels
broken men and women talk rubbish to pass the day
with nothing much to say



She laid


I met a woman once
a flower's daughter
she was walking on a common
mud sinking in the calm
step by stone and step she wept
desire is all I felt
no hope in flint and mud
she smiled like a lover does
her eyes so deep
an empty shell wailing on a shore
a wind from her a mistral stirring
take me there she asked
to where the ghostly men walked
she drank her fill and fell
her soft voice stuttering
she bled well
limp and weightless
over the saddle she hung
over the night we rode
then break of day lit the way 
it a was silent day
and there she laid




To tell


Miser miser you send me to the gallows

wise I may be

your servant I am not

when hell arises we shall see what you will be

the cell is long and you will pace it 

the days are long and you will hate it

be careful when you hurt a witch

there is no one to tell 


The room


The carpet lapped the sea and sky
edge to edge
as far as I could see
the mice ran free
molly and me
pink eyes and curtailed
blinking noses
whiskers and bellies with nipples
happy and eager to see
the sun shone down on the wefted sand
the agony aunt arrived looking around
where is she, she asked
dead, I said
astounded she fell away
how's that?
a shark, I said, a pound of flesh,
she looked and found
molly ate molly, I said profound
with all my cheese I worded it
my cat would eat my mouse, she said
it went down, I bled
without a sound





I awoke 

the sun has gone

a dagger and cloak

at my side 

she has left

my mind I can put aside 

the drink by my earth like bed 

I kiss this oak

pleasure my straying pride



The chased


Hard winds come , bringing the tides
stars look down on me in fear
no angels here
I am hunting for her
graves and lark's tongues split open
a desolate place
casting out the spirits onto a lonely path
you are mine alone.. under my breath
smelling your scent in the cold air ..I run 
my nose to the ground I keep pace with her now
turning to look..so white so lovely
and then I bite
deep and with passion
she lies beneath me ... melting , waiting, wanting
lights come from everywhere
her tremors, her eyes roll into that darkness
the bats and the corn rustle together
the night closes in and circles spell her name
... I am tired now
she will lie for a while
she is mine at least
what will protect her now ?
nothing will
I am inside her now



One day

one day I will marry you
just have to keep you alive
so on that wedding day I can kiss you
as you are then my bride
so mark that day
on a calendar space
and we will sail away
like they say in poems
of lovers cats and whey
I love you





she plays to the gallery and edits
masked as well as tears
upon the bed she makes shell like ears
hell and fears of past
the death mask worn as best
from dawn to endless day she sighs
along paths that stray
the long way round
along the winding river
the sheep's eyes looking back
as she plays
skip to me my darlin
skip to my tune
spikes along the way
mark the skin
a tale of ruin
she tells it well
from the heart it lies
a word falls as torment's guard
to a fallow earth
and dies to empty laughter
earth falls in to where she stood
it will do no good to cry
as we wish goodbye


She is mother 


That witch that haunts my dream
she is mother
tarred with feathers
oh take that off please
bring me home mum
I wait all the time
the cards are on the table
take one in horror
she turns it over
the nurse comes
she is blacker than me
am I white like an angel here?
do my bones glow like a firefly?
am I going to the place they call heaven?
is hell heaven?
what am I thinking?
its all hell
we just want the sally army to help us
we are not lost we just like to feel wanted
who is we ?
ahh yes its you and me
eggs on toast
a mother's babies
just protein like diseases
father goes to work
you are lazy
sitting all day with that board ..drawing christ knows what
shame on you
broke the egg
its running away 



Heaven scent

heaven scent
that path is to somewhere near
like a godfather I rest here
the days whisper time
beneath me she waits
with glee



Moon a place of darkness


Treasure buried
close you right down
hate your state
leave around hanging
the bush
below a light
past in places of a gunman on a trip
no more working days
when losing sight
what hope of twisters on her circus ride
shy of sanity
rollerball and rings
buck teeth
and coins


One sunny day 


that setting sun with no horizon
when all on earth is done
when clouds collide with moons
gravity unspun
these shells take to space
as some air ace on speed
godless in the haze of Milky way or Ganymede
love no more
love no less
thoughtlessness or stress
no more mess


Gold Coach


A coach wild horses strain to hold

life out on a yardarm again 

below a rage of sea and shine

in destiny I trusted her 

but I am old 

the coach is gold 

plush red inside

take me home she cried

this is not a place to hide





I wandered far away
so that I couldn't see
that trough of luxury
well spent and old I fell into the net
from words all too well meant
the sky is wide today
the world is small
enough of this waste
choose my path right or between the cleft
dead whichever way they say




Sickness in its shaded robe
pervades this day
sweeping around a globe
as no other mammalian twister on drugs
a summary of success unapproachable
while death apps decline on a button 
burn baby burn
songs that rhyme are sung
pile up the bodies
what reasoning behind the choking
what gain is there in an annihilation
to be alone?
when all are gone just looking 
is this how violence ends
all alone
covid is just another man

a boy child 

birthed by woman 

within us is something wild still

the madness is upon the doorstep

a door  away 

for the love of a son we are finished 

go away child 




she looks so like a brass  
the girl in the white dress
standing apart with a red glass
I saw her knickers on the train
between the buttons
a flash of white.. plain
eyes that sparkled as she watched
a pretty face.. soft, insane 
oh my psychiatric baby
..now here's the chill
a film of drug and pill
she went on
with blood and despair
she went on
its not here or there
I say we are here to play
the gift of romance always within
but she wants sin
oh my psychiatric baby, pretty and thin
when I feel my blood rise I want you
but your patient awaits
rob and roll , the wanton one

your choice of many
needs and selfish wandering
he is only shine
I am near.. almost dust becomes me
pastoral as a swollen shrine
beat a retreat.. I must
from blood to tepid wine


Dead and Hung


How cold the breath now

mouth dripping
for hens to come pecking at my waste
a meal deal
with coke and ash browns
a shell like in your ear
eat and be merry
I am gone. to seek friends
relief.. no more sun
workers unite and fall
fisherman struggle to the shores
me alone with sister ray
the world for you
and an electric cinema
polishing you fools for the mantlepiece
nesters and farmers feeding more
the green gateway to earth
the old man waiting on the chair
in a square hole he watches with blind eyes
digitalization becomes a child
a socratic moment within a dream of fame and dough
she chides me as she always does
as faeries wing and flutter their way into the den of wolves
she does the same
she is just a child still




Floating on the wind
and they run out
they pull at me
one smart with scars, another old and wed
I watch the casket go by, wooden with flowers
another eye ignores me
the other pulls at my battery and curses me
I look away silent
he taps his phone mysteriously looking at me again
manslaughter comes up
and chaos
'I am invincible' in james bond

I think
dread of money slipping away
her body now gone along the road 
I bow and walk in the other direction
push it away for another day
the scrapman comes and pays his lot and takes it 
I forgot my head
it was in it
cast offs, at last free
just debt and persecution for being here



A Fish


Swimming in a pond
and a face appears
from another pale blue sky

a blonde this time 
stares at us swimmers
golden and white in bands
eyes like the sun
and watches us
hooked claws paddled at the edge
hooks of misfortune pass me by
I swim quickly down
then quietly he looks away
again tranquil
another day
and back he comes to look
a giant on his journey stops to play
we stare as he goes around
looking everywhere
hell is sending that engine steaming at me
exploding from the fire
as a head pushed down and under
like an operatic he sings as sinews tie his chords
the eyes are black now as he draws no breath
air pumped out of that tortured grimace
the hands of fate hold him there
while now he stares at me
then softly floats amongst us fish

as darkness comes again