Poems - Enforcing the Follow-On


Glisten the waves
paint of kites' circle
blood blue aerial crop
of dangling azzure
in tourquoised plots
colliding marine steam
glow heat rising rubble of
sun scored skimmer
shimmer pointalisstic
hum beak shallow
sky-furrowed fight-drift
horizoned sorrow
skin rift the tugged clock
the shaded cliff
click-shell that light bounces
puncturing rift
the swell of flight pounces
on calm spent and care lent
warning the foot paces bare.

Light Ebbs

Day and
light the ebbs
drool of bitten snow
shawn bird squint
paw pined spike
blinked ice
hardens jaw
raw limbless gaunt
frozen gown
sepia glisten
pinched heavy wrench
of heavy curtain
scowerer of snow
fractured glint
hollow of sorrow drawn
bruise of
false track
swept trail
the winter we can't follow


Mist the stray
gnook the shallow
smelten crooked the stain
grunt of valley streaming
dank the paw print of flow
risen precipice clasp
above seam dust
below columns of tiring crawl
cloaked sprawl
silent lung and the
canaries – the
aren't drawn
breaking – in – life
that strayed scrawl
creaks the lip of hollies
fumed brawl
upon strain of ink.


The smoker's cough
rattles throttled
lung ignition
cowers lowered
the strut of
milk cart wake
strewn amongst perches and wrench
that peers factories
to attack life-fear
the fugitive
mutt-packed rush staccato
mail thud
mats years
dump human mains
that spill-city
huddles of shunting cold
tired crossings of gaping rust
jagged rutt human chasing
a jaded led stuck wasting.

Glazing of Sun

Clouds soak scatter
sodden muck
of rain-day seams
shifting shapeless
night sliding mud sludge
that dragged winter boneless
that emptied rock
full colourless glaze
that sullens the grey rust-belching
clay turning
nocturnal venom burning
stern the blaze

Grieving is a Winter

Grief lies inside a winter
shawn rain ice shark of swoop
ferocious longer glide
forlorn current
of spies jagged rags
repentant river banks clad by scythe
frowned by shadows
englassed dye
weepless colour-dry.

Heaven Sets

Heaven's steps
warms dry skies lace
healed scar lights
cooled seat where strawed bails peat
the strap of genfled isle
rhyme glide beat
glowing fate mild
upon each eye of the wheat
like foil spins
blink of
right heart malodies
board the
kind of light.


Are the wrinkles
of the storm an ambitioner
the great corruptor – sprayer?
Cropped grime grimace
running – out of people
and steeples to totter
marbled cabler
time emptier
the ungripped
climber of the spine
the disabler of the rhyme.

A Desert of Mine

Spinning sun court
burnt portal
shaft trapped seam
hands unwrapped by fierce grip
dry wraught receeding
rasp fought
vast glee
ripple of fever – wrinkle
fear leer
infection spear
blast thin
desert vie
the lie
the weak
die in the same feat
blist rake crisp
blood of swollen courage
skewered lure
dust – bite
heat of bloated split
spit peels
worn through scorn
swelled scorpion
dwell troll of the dice
jaundiced bill
crops the slop
that shrill the price


It's the grit snow freezing
sands of winter's bend
wasting ice brakes wheezing
dead-ends of sludge broken
rake seizing
reed of ice
axe plummeting
heist anger
clashing bone
pounding groans
below the morgue
the guts wrought of
slain settled flake
ribs myred rid
of wintered steel
all graveyards
by cities


In silence talking
words hear the little I know
and the little I offer
of what remains to grow.

Towards the Tunnel of Light

Tree pry's at my window sun
as fruit crease
the sunset trance
baffled by the swing
of silhouetted stroke
that light shaft brush trail
dusk that pours open even the shale-slide
colours the shiver
pigments the thirst
tunnel-cones the burst
blighted core
torn from the cursed.

Do Not Die Do Not Forget

Fly leaveless sun
half diet
hanging rootless
flee clouds that set
fail hazards debt
drudge the cry
suspicious crow
hardy loan
die in tow.


Tear skies
fissure lightning
break baking earth
vapour thunder
base speared
skew pounding
rushing the fate
hurtling the narrow lance
to pierce and suffocate.


junk meddler
impailed wrot peddler
rain stained
paving of stone greyer
of the verse pounderer
land-fill scavenger
comma – flint – drool
wagging blunt
ink stalker runt
nib blunt
the shunter of the
prowler after the hunt.


Flame – claw
skeleton rash
sunken mesh
lonely gash
rip to lip
drips night and seep
embers the light
bitter of leap.


Hands cupped
to catch the rain
chase the lines of palms-stretch
into a clasp
of ebbing fingers
that skeletal knuckle
rigged grasp raincloud fist
clenched thunder
buckled lightning
nail of cloud flood
veins the fever shook
shake taut freight
heavy the callouses cut.


Tides' thousand wings
creak beneath oceans beak
cawing claw
shallows of dusk tusk
heaves the glowering
darkened migration
like a night felled
moon of shedding prey
that fishes solitude
coastal bays
thrive craved.

That That Runs Down

That that runs down distance
the loneliness of shrinking time
distances centuries
of skies fast vast
cries marooned as keeper
of blizzards lies
slump caved-twilight
frost screams the
flays echoes numb-wind
fumbling screech
bitten trunk of dawn
repent blooded dim
beat silk skies the tow path
the lugging blistered splinter
that spikes the ice that collides into winter.

Fire Works

Hurl through smoke
skies hang-light autumn scar
glitter soar and twist
cold christened
cold chastened
bright dart
ignite the pierce wizened
dank film dark
kite unsilence worn shadow
flock spiral beams
carved bourball dipped
unfathomed swamp
spark bullet fire
knight teaser stem
fleece of enlightened dream
gore of
stellar gene
delta raver of the stream.



Hands cupped
To catch the rain
Chase the lines of palms
Pouring gentle heaven
Into a clasp
Of ebbing fingers
Grasping in raincloud
Of fists clenched
In thunder
continents of knuckles
In lightning

A Seascape

The tide of a thousand wings break the ocean
Of the ebbing sun
Where rock-pools of shallow dusk
Deepen abandoned winds
Fracturing the woven lip
Of a darkened migration of nightfall
Leaving the moon to shape its prey hungry
Fishing the solitude
Beneath waves of silence.

Do Not Die I Forget

Do not die I just regret
That leavesless trees are
Rootedendless skies
Of night winds may
Rain the stain of our demise

Do not die, I forget
The course that
Flocks may fly
In clouds low the
Hazards of snow
All of demise

The Day Of Heaven Sets

Like its sun dissolving into skies
The warm splattering of evening
Flows cooler, lighter
Where Sussex tills harvests
Seated astride
Bails of hay left spreading
Woven welding
That eyes migrate
The meeting of the tides
Sea, this gentle island
Like time glides
the running out of warm
As mildly

In Reverse

Sun rising west
Of running backwards skies
Tidal reverses
....loiters my head of
Dusk dawns
words rubbed -out
writes shunt
raved smudge

Blind eye

Blood shot by staring
Honourably faced
Half-lies remaining
Leaving rot in taste
A cocoon for the meek
Or a homage to lie
In turns of othere cheeks
Without turning a blind eye.

I am a Letter

I am a letter
I scribble
I print
I slant
I loop
I am aletter
Will you write me?

The night

Face the shrouded
Winds net curtains
Billows sun venomed by cloud
Bitten out of sky
Sucked by star beads
Windowed moon
Dark the shadow
Night the cosmos

Gulls belonging without purpose

Skimming gulls
Dare peck
Breaking-in waves
Squawking rasping sands
Shingle hesitant
Flight hapless beaks
Crammed voice and shell
Crack scull whelk
Mallet pebbled beach
Drop dive
Tangling with seaweeds
Drifts ashores
Reclaim seas tides
Wait winter
Linger like rain
Oblique prodding
Feathered litter
Disguised with purpose

Figure in a seascape

The dusk of canvasses flesh
Lurks cornices
Fairs of Autumn light
Shape and lenses
Brush and Figure


A years night
Knows all of tomorrow
All of before
Tonight a lot
And spires
Clogging tears
And fires

Blue skies

Blue skies breaking above
Cloud of waves
Guiding tide fields
Lap coral
Leaf of oak
Breathe shadows of sun swell
Evening of rainbow
Surf reef skies current
moon swim
Fertile the constellations
Bright the star and wash the day

For a Life

Rain gentle mercy
Sink silent late tears
Petals fallen from
Root of sky
Gathers dawn
Greet the
Life buds
Older than Spring


Horizons furnaces
Billowing cloud
A thunder dark
Brute the morning
Spills City huddle
Industrial shunting cold of the 6.30
Lingers tired faced Winter

The smoker's rough
Cough splutters lungs
Into ignition
Herd of milk-cart wake
To colonies of derision
Perched factories
Blazered rung
Blast commuters
Attack life with
Fear and delusion
Pack rush staccato
Drop mail thud
moment years
Lost outside my window.

From Tangiers

The south to Marakesh
Dark by days wane
Desert cold corridors
Abandon last
Sweet cigarettes
Candles the dance
Vigour sing
Drink in Honour meet
Streams prayer
Tiring memory
Begun to speak

The Bends

Daylight stealing
Winter feeling
The night the blight
The sight of life peeling
Skin off the bone
Free wheeling
There's days that intend
Like coming-up to the bends
Like the strife
Of the knife in a back
The cleaver of facts
Their feuding and dealing
When you react
To the lack
Of the knack
That could see you through
Without sound
With out rhythms around
Feeding and needing
Just to get traction
Just a fraction
Too late too early
Had by the hurley burly
That gloom
So soon
No room
To fit
The chance
Counterfeit lanced
The sale is done
Joy-riding for fun
To the contrition
That decay
Of the omission
Frame the claim
Put it into the mouth
Of society
Reckon on no piety
Because if there is a dawn
Or dearth
Or God-given at birth
Remember the glitches
In your mind
The bitch's both
Male and female kind
Who stalk you still
Make you take your will
To find the pill
Of wit and skill
Who bemoan
Then don't atone
Leave them
Bob and weave them
Come up for air
When you need them
My name when
Whole and full
Light the spark
To ponder the flight
The arm wrestle
In my dreams
That deem
The need
To plead
For the freedom too
Wild and offend
To attend
And mend
The bastards
Grey and young
'Sting or be stung'
It's a deal
It's done
Never time to run
Always time to be stung


A tear from stars
Detonated wind fast racing
Splinter on board with sea
Carving simplicity
Flight alight seagull
Gentle regal
Instinctive precipice
Its speed its time
Still alarm piece 
Alone dream
Ignoring mechanical
Circulating Babel
How dolphin
White statue grace
Weight like shapes trace
Among glum
Grim without gravity pinned
Wrung-out lungs
Flout chained
Never given nor
Flew gore remained


The smoker's cough
rattles the lungs of ignition
the milk cart wake
is strewn amongst the perches
above the factories of blazered
attack life with fear and sap
packing the rush staccato.
While mail drops thud on carpet
moments after years lost outside my window
like the billow of human remains
that spills towards the city huddle
where industrial shunting cold of the 6.30
lingers across the tired face of autumn.

Grazing Of The Sun

Clouds soak skies
Before Squeezing rain
Day seams
Shapeless at night
Beneath before bare fields
Sliding mud
Dragged through Winter
Emptied all slopes
Roots the trees
Plants the colourless Grazing sun


Hurl through skies
Hang from Autumn star
Soar twist gold bright
Of what darting ignition
Pierce dank smoked film
Darkened smear
Silence worn by shadows'
Fly spiral beams
Carve dimensions of
Fathom's swamp
So spark traces bullets of
fire frozen buds


How waves lap onto beach
Toppling the seas
Hurdling every charge
Hoisting sprays
Eruptions shower
December wake
How days still shorten
Blown cross the wind
The rinsing tomorrow
Chiselled contours
like tidal currents
Gulls rip the skies
Of breath
A life that bows
Before distant glow
Pulling tearing
Winters closer
bludgeoning the

Winter on Clunbury Hill

Snow crosses dawn presses
The sloping surface of Winter
Sinking valleys drifting in contours of day.
December clings to winds
Frozen impassable the discent of
Its winter cloud grips gravity
whilst blizzards ice spike
burial Clunbury hill -
Winter glacialis time
Battering day powerful
Beauty the hostile's remnants
Of a landscape Severed adorn
Horizons spranged all shudder

Saved by the morning

Eye of day piercing light blinds the
Burns through
Clouds that skulk away the
blast of moon
Rinsed by ripples
Circling tides of
Swoops for man drowning
Stars splinter
Ashore dawn spared
Driftwood senses
Revive matching the salt
That wind tastes
Of seaweed gripping sands white
Horizons, squeezed lush
Light feeding west scatters
Spray morning
Upon brow
Creasing flows the lens of day

I caress your words

When I conceal in moments
The nights that are alone in darkness
I, my torn love
I caress your words
That are wounds of your beauty
When I open your heart
Like I have opened my pain

Ever Nearer

The waves bulge
Clouded skies
Of beach comb
Sediment sands
Sifting fossil
And fragment sea
Tipped wings fray
Feather snap
Jaw crest
Bones the pebble crunch
Gung the sea-foam
Of Bobbing gulls
Swells of flotsam
Thunders rage
Waves sibilant currents
Pulse high the tide
Creep-up beaching time
Of groan nearer


Brush the stars
Unravel waves
Moon- a tide
Wash rock
In pebbles sand
Building dune
Tide to split moon from star
Crystal glittering
To brush aside


Gasping blinded
bends off cavity
Lung of heart
Burns of oxygen
Surface linger
Light sinking
The beauty rasp
its cast

Art and its litter

Seas bloated with the
Slick of winter have
Made flightless the
Cold huddle of gail andgull
Wade through wet sands
Stalking empty
In Shell
Hungry grains
Of mist
Greyed by seas
wound up
Shape wing
The curve
Surf the wooden spires
Of beach
The only spit
Of rain clings
Tides freezing
Clouds ashore
Seaweed like litter
Chewed plastic wave
Rotting silence
Strewn a shadow cross
Bareness of beach

Autumn Skies

Spider web
Cloud of prey
Locked heat
Ensnare mist fog dusk shadow
Sky felled hole
Unknown scavenger
Hunted by Winter itself


A yew shields my vision
My window smudges the rain
A cloud burst
Breaks on slate
Roof of hills knot
Whispering valleys
Hurrying flees

Wrinkled wreathed leaves
Seasons grubby brown
Before frontiers
Stubbled plains
Cloud limbs
Rooted burried
Beneath a rage
Storm- the clasp
Fury choked winds
Veined branches bleed
Blade flaying echoes
Rain thrash
Folliage of skies
Felled in day
Feared on night


Fists clenched in thunder
Knuckles white in lightning
Coarse hands cupped
catch stuck
Pour gentle heaven
Grasp ebb
Silent through fingers'
That grip
The rain clouds of skies

Still banks swollen breathless
Fields bare horizons breaking
Unsure heaven
Winter escape
Fearing sprung
Garish imposter
Whimsical chattering
Will turn


Losts looks rubble
Heat dust suffocate metallic stubble
Sick and fear panic daze
Clutchings afraid

Continents tear
Terror grief
Hopes grave
And solace
No longer spared
Passed shadows
Under concrete bla


Sea breakers glint
Vie for skies that pierce torrential winds
Its blades narrowing sharpening
Like talons ripping
Sything its conquered
Full lethal
Wind beast
Pillage master


In silence talking
words hear the little I know
and the little I offer
of what remains.

Towards The Tunnel Of Night

Tree peers at my window
Searching fruit
To crease the sunset
Baffled by the wings
Of its silhouette

Stroke of summer
Brush the remaining trail of light
Senses of dusk pour open burst
The colour
Shimmering of night


Squinting, blinking
Of something of
are urgent
What lies are these

Flailing Winterv

The mists of swooping
Wings immersed linger
Early undress bound palm
Late remember
Seas slick with December
Bare drizzle
Day shovel bleak

London Calling 7th July 2005

With extremist faith
Gutless loss of face
By such murderers appall

Such carnage such waste
Regardless of race
Every Britons'mobile call

But don't judge in haste
No one can replace
But unite, stand-up and be tall

Because in a case
In a public place
There was terror against all!

Washing line

Figure line
Suit the wind
Swing vivacity
All your colours
Grip sun live
Sign the limbs
Stretch full dreams
Dance out shadow
Cast the line deep
Shrink the sail lifeless

Dusk- out

Unables the see
Colours like print
Syntaxed love
Past, moon and sun
Twins chasing
Struggle in dirt and dusk
The layered
The smog-cloud
Willed before,
During and tomorrow


Easing Arun
Estuary from mussel point
Shoals of ripples carve
Sucking tides
Inhale sunning
Kingfisher engines
The pulse
Swans the hustle gulls
Tourist crumb
Snout Tarrents
Mirrored in silence
Of sun flick across
Pale eddies slopping
Crust of gated shore
Banking over
August bail
Slide between hay
Steering the flow
Clouds hug
Distance Downs
The lip of languid reflection


Like the sides of love
Wisdom fills its corners
Its point and its
Darkened applause
But its complexion
Does not bare suited
In silenced night
That crowd the
Din of ambition
Free about youthful
Bearded in conceit

Suburbia poured away

Heave your branches
Claw the slatted screen
Awake the
Crack mortar jagged
Wind-beat of pilse
Membrane transparent
Lift of sun
Can't sink
Pallid dying
Of season
Before light
Is poured away

Painting, the words I lose

As I could hear
As I could see
I painted All Anonymity
And lost my words
Like enemies of my


Early in step
Erased- bathed
White the path
Of gentle motionless
Mock of fierce time
By simple
Slow Winters
Burdened skies
Bruised by hesitant
Gravity midday moon
Gleaming silence
Stalks pierced eyes
Trickled by heaven dust
Late are footsteps


Cowering winds darkened cloud
Hurtling towards battered 'Marches'
Ripping through mud fields
Raking privet
Hurling skies sting
Flesh trees
Shelter naked branch
Forgotten Spring
Storm winter of sins
Pile shook
Corner of spite


Talking is
Listening words
Soft of language
Of sight
Panarama is
Only flight


I'm self-taught
I've fought
To disparage
Failed that carriage
The wanton
The forgotten
Dust this off your diary
Barbed wire
Under fire
Too few rounds
Gall and fright
Queues lost without sight
Torch lighted
Poems like flying
Lost in the act of dying
Of core values
I'm exhausted
Taught the sport
To shoot a man
Without sound
I've exhorted
That I've contorted
Survival affray
Guns will have their way
Friends lost left to shove it
I don't have trust
Hearts aren't red
They're rust
Can't be counted-on-it
Relied upon
Today is peril
Say or pay
I'm clear
Set apart
From the dereliction
Is a fiction
One day
Cursed by some friction
The mission
Of this position
The setting of the Somme
The colonies and Great Briton
Are smitten
The dye is cast
The song and the past
The distortion
Of this portion
A morgue or asylum
Corporal or general
Slain or seminal
Bet's the final word
Worlds relapsing
The deal as done
don't wait for Christmas
For your loved one
A cross and a grave
Brave list
Life craved


Dusk lights
Candle star wise
Infinity spark 
Flame of wickless respite
Bright shiver
Mirror torch
Holy spears spires
Unlike shadow day
Burnt in incense
Day hope
Night pray
Undim steadfast 


It's the grit snow freezing

That winter's friends sowed- reak

Ice brakes wheezing

Contagion refuse flowed

Bestows suspect

Corruption reject

Read the implode

Begins iced anger

Plummeting hate

At best i can consider it

Clash moral stakes


is our endowment

Seems like just the job

Guts and christmas

Darks the slide of the mob



Day recline stay

Mist swallow

Alpine gnook


Valley steam


Sealed precipice

Fall land grasp

Clasp current



Weave the 

Sliding sun



Winds Night linger

Autumn lying




Flame claw

Skeleton light

Sinking flesh

Off shadow

Eye tied 

Mouth decay dry

Lips night

Limbs folded

Drops of memory

Seep useless

Futile embered

Draw drowse




Court of sun

Burnt tort

Hands fierce


Rasp vast spin

Rip clear

Infection feet

Blast desert


Daylight Ebbs

Day light ebbs false

Snow's bitten

Bird print 

Paw pine freezed

Blink ice

Harden jaws

Limbless gaunt

Gown trees

Cruel the sepia seeps


Path of snow

Open crack

Skies below



Is undelivered

Junk full mail

Left to rain

Stained paving of stone

Door promise

Verse pounderer

Land the filled


Bull the dead

In comma



Are the wrinkles

Storm and ambition

Great corruptor

Specks time condition

Time is where you run-out of people

The old frayed pyramid steeple

Studied marble

Swallowed gabble



Glisten waves

Paint of rein's light

Explode surface

Blueing blots

Azzure ink of turquoises

Colliding beams

Bubbling sky

Fizz of sun

Break shimmering


Barking shallows

Flights current drift

Emptying sea plug

Horizoned skin

Lick feint paint

Collect my palette shaded

Shadow shell

Crow cracks

Like crustacion fell.4


Unravell island seas

Green winter

Stack timber

Cargo spilt

January in flood

Land tide fever

Mounds rippling

Puddles watery skylights

Pebbled path shadows

Stale ink clouds

Aday that menace

Rain-tipped tuned strum

Rusty the gnarl

Barbed-wire beached dunes

Hang shred storms

Fleshly flailing, strung helpless claw

Rasped by shattered shingle



I listen like showers

Rain window pluck

Rise how rich burning 

Logged flame


Firing the taste

Sun freshly cut

Blood Footsteps



Winters' Sunset

A sun winters lower 

Skeletal weaver

Wince and freezing

Fog dusk 

Rite of flow

Glazed impersonator

Exhausted foe

Sibbling's affray

Shadow's clay


Broken Teeth In City Malls 

Cigarette butts in bins

Bloodied nose in brawls

Polluted minds and body sins

Broken teeth in City malls


The devil is on a bender

Drink- vampire kills

Poisoned bottle vendor

Junkies' dirty swill



Only Snow That Falls Can Melt

Snow churn 

Flake of cloud

Melt wheels

Bleak tarmac

Bleach boxes surburban

Wheel of skies


Crunched foot



Paved -in


The crystal manna 


Longer than the wind

A Moment

The joy and the sorrow 

Singing of the love and anguish

Living high if not tomorrow

The fear comforting wish

The brightness dying dim

The noise like a violent

Emptiness of a glass filled to its brim

Sliced into a moment silent


Like darkness and fog

Jaded fallen and skies

Murk the rain stricken

Waves raking

Dismembering and pebbles

Grating vice 

Pollutant spew

Driftwood times

Cunning ashore

Fog and darked



I see you through the

Eyes of my heart, my soul spirit

Beyond the me that I have

And like the day seasons and sun

I love you more than

Always i love you

There's memory

The nothing of me

But be with me ever

And I live when I am gone

So that I never say goodbye



Share me

your laughter

Remind such joy

taught about love

Face and

Tears furrowing

Glance tears 

I cannot see



In my years

Under oak beams

That cross a ceiling

I have held slate roof

From wind and rain

Slanting hills

Deranged by aching fern 

Moss of years

Days come

Curing night and its shadow

From the neon of my brush



If words describe my face

Not shade nor shadow

But contours hues

Purpled blue

Red yellow and its brown

Then in words I hear

Then in words I speak

I can see that

Words are free like the 

Black creases of my hand

Firm amidst my lighter palms

Shaking the hands of words

That hold us

That craft African coal 

The us

Of mold gold-black hands

the psalm of found memory 

And sound of verse



Day remember

Begin in the Spring sun

Swaying lush the green fields

Weaving clouds to time

That deepen indigo skies

Dat remember

Fill buds

Blossom shape

Dance sun as westward 

Far before whirls

Fall of might




 I love painful

Like memory of suffering it

For suffering shows muster

You can

More than suffering any pain

But I cannot love again

For I am still



Years and Days

Here nine lived stooping under

Oak beams and doors Huddle

Close to wood burning

That still of feet and hands

From a sister's wedding

We have covered garden bank

From mud and bindweed to peach

Roses and goldenrod of overhanging

Plums wild with strawberries

In summer lanes devils finger

Hawthorn and hazelnut enclose

Where once they embraced

Now turn and each season toward

Time that remembers cattle feed

The unpunctual crowing of cock

And lambs the amble of days

While careless of years

For there is a yew tree

Grown to shield

Like the day shelters in


Valleys fields

Church Craven

The arms white housed Roast the Sunday

Of each Clungunford day

Weather beating Garden

Tears leave

Youth of days and years.



Above beams of night

Chiselled ceilings of stone

On tiled roof

Rain waters proof

Plunge down

Torrents on 

Slates centuries

Like skin of wind-winters

Plough valleys

Or raise hills

Marches every season of Spring

An age



If by daylight toil

Lit by the vine 

Sun be the tongue

Then its merriment Are the eyes of stars

Squinting moon

Unsteady gape

Befallen sturdier

light to the season



For a heart is

pounded by offence

But these diseases 

Are more sense

For in not having learnt

The shape of pain

Stolen are the unlearnt

Of pleasures gain



Given memories are our lost

To those reminding

In every reason there is a teacher

Where there be solidarity

Before such humour

Is in between love where she remembers

As I in between she remembers love

So am I worn youth all its measure

Heat and skies

Late country

Pathway shimmer

Embedded yield

Heat listless in



Constant immobilizing

Near as darken lash

Thrash deep

Thunder wrench

Close too


Without drench




Ceiled- in

Envelope of Cloud 


Rudder skies

Wrap night wings

Crossed scars

Star path 

Peril pleasure

Sail life and disease




Dumb like hidden

A secret

Daubed drum lurid

Towering roar

Fling winds

Shake bare

The spill of birdless



Glued in rain



The Hollies

Mauve, still, silent

Moments of green leaf

Spring rain 


Close trees elastic

Breathing the skeletal

Lightning quake a thunder

Dust severed


submerge the burden

Meadows of

Join rain


Oil of deaf stampede

Running like road grass 

Acres wheat

Orchard of calm

Storm with June




Off the Grog

Holding down a job

I'm off the grog

And now I feel better for I

making my bob

Got a grip of my gob

Clean- off no lie




Blurred wind

Tentacles of rain

Nip gloveless hands

Stuck like gutterings

Trail of memories

Winters shut.


Mountains of cloud

Burnt mountains 

Perilous wring

Rest shelter

Swallowed in silence

Left silhouettes wrestling

Drunken wrinkles

Deepen stump the

Emerald turquoise


The blemishes of light

Moon pressed

Guiding the unfamiliar 

Currents of nightfall





Indian Summer in Cornwall

Yellow blinks skies 

Blue lit in valleys

Swooping between

Lanes and hedges of hawthorn

Carve late shimmering the fields

Freedom roams fertile in skies

Aerobatic harvest


How do mirrors of heaven languish in these

Canopies of day?...

...evening, the scorched horizons of 

Tomorrow console breezes 

Caress over-hanging trees parched

Where grass is brown by hushed wheazes


When do its branches fall towards

Oceans and porous shadow?....

Waves lap sand grains 

Twilight sun last glitter

For moon seas currents

Spray are tides sun sink

A waters edge..

..For we leave footprints of our day

To dance in star shadow

Shaping winds like the trawling oceans 

Bleached in dismay.


Night jagged splitsof light

skies splinters

Moon's teeth gnaw at gulls

Cannibalizing ocean

Gore evolution

Rips sea's flesh like festering spill

Brutal calculates

Stasis of the tides

That scalp the beach

For cold waves' asthmatic

relentless ships the disease

Slick of night

ghost of the sky

Drowning a day

Taken away



I breathe gliding

Fractions of light

Along inside between

Briddle ways and blackberries

Fed to horses

A blink a gratitude

climbing Chantries terra cotta

That freeze

Blanched in forests

Cleared of pathways

Green grip 

Bare flint walls

Encircling church beacon

the mirrors of Spring

Bluebells bud


Rain 2

From a fissure lightening

Tear skies

Break summer's hot earth

Like vapour streams of humidity

That thunder, rebounding

Horizons base octave bursting.

Planted me

Growing branches

The roots ofsky and ground

Quench the draping of its vegetation

Feeded scaling heights

I fall like autumn or freeze

Like ice tentacles upon winter

To the sun whose shine I polish

I can be a softened beat

That hugs, warms body or wing 

Flies drunk free above

Glistening in all the seasons

In my name.

Nocturnal Flight

Nocturnal web fold

The moonlight

Like mist of stars

Hanging from night

chase the wind

Shaking of its trees

Silver fade

Leaves alight 

Dawn field

insight day

Just being born

Like Snow, too late for November

Time darts
The pixellated fog blzzarded
Down across, it wrestles
Wintering spires of branch
Wrenched, beech hills
Steep encircle,
time- like
Ice gusts crystal
Diamond of snow
Sharpens froze
Stubbled concrete-flaw
Darkened season
Blinds distance face
bleak stare storm

Worn by memories

When clouds freeze
Yew tree of rain
Holly spikes
catch hawthorn
Storks of privet
Hacked back
Tortured in winds
Ice-scarred lanes
Bare the fields of footprint
Worn under memories
In relentless
Lost shadow
Clunbury hilled.

Night Seas

Night ooverlap the seas

languages dialect the winter

Foreigned opposites lands

Their shadows 

Fallen in dreams

Moon that rolled into darkness

Have run out of sky




Wheels lock a pitted road

Writhing through

Human smog

Mind screams like brakes of judder

body on skid sideways

Film lash and fall......

....a fear rush of dead

Twisted like impact

Pain searing agony with limbs

...seconds of

blood sweat


Of darkness invades....

....these of my shadows..




I throw myself a stone

Across a river


Ricochet emitting

Audible river gasps

That stroke

That molds my form

flying skies


With each touch

Tire like the sun

Below in the evening

Like flint

It flashes sparks

Darting surface

claws and grazed friction

Swallowed rising

Bubbling the surface bank

Besides opened river




Pure pyre forbode trance

Reap stoke pain

Teeth gitter chant


Raw fire explode chance

Deeps chokes stain

Flicker glance


snow pyre tall slant

Steep smoke flame

Winters' aglance




Unforgiving hands

Prowl shame

Loss of once 

Ably rootless grain


All that growls

Rack dark fame

Untracked, dis-able

Beyond damage

To blame





Days that wilt in short humid breath

Or night like asthma boil in

desert Summer

Squander raw

Solar punishment


Flames the temperature insun

Addiction to the

Frailty of man

gagged humanities.

Like Snow, Too Late for November

Time darts between the
pixillated fog a blizzard whipped
down cross wrestles
the sharpens frozen
on stubbled floor
dark in season
blinds time the
face of it's bleak storm.


Is it the curve the flower of my nose

The scent dream of eyes

Where dusk goldsilk flows

The flight between laughter and repose

When glistening stream shaft and spies

Why where you plant where stealth survives

Am I too much the son of the toil

How hungerhate the sun and the foil.


Note to be sung

Today’s oncoming tide

Surfs like the waves swum

flows the beginning

As if tomorrow has been run


Upon which skims sea currents

swirls the sun?

yesterday’s blackest note

plunders the tidemorning sung .


I caress your words


When I conceal in moments

The drops of darkness

I , my torn love

Caress your words

That are wounds of your beauty

That I will open into your heart

to find all my pain

Morning- Day 

Combustion engine hover

Rasp of distance

Stale rush blirts

Metal orb shimmer blues the

Alarm trigger

Nitrogen clocks cracks-open

Morning day steel

Grip tap

Boils triangular

Bag perforated disorder clinging

Slab of mind


Deranged wake-sleep


Breakfast chimes-on

Mobiled sloan

Cackling chrome mouth

Fuel-biting crackle

Thirst chewed verbiage

Shredded through with letterbox

Bills crapping

Refuse doormat

Razor fights chin

Nips cuts buried underfrown

Tepid water seals

Cast of refraction

Greying mirror

Toothpastes of

Stains dents

Vents of yellow dentistry


Just swallow lurk fumes

Coffee cigarette


Cross tables

Quivering spoons sift

Lumps the blunt bread

Soaked strands peel

Light viced in slatted


Keys dig into door

Twisting like middle-age

Dropped clumsily

Scratch car sketches screech

Road of markings

Drawn fluorescent bus

Painted adverts curb crawl

Packed glum of closed faces

Boarding shift

Morning slams shut

Ransom carnage


Longings bled-out

Trail dark dreams

Unfiltering schemes

Exhaust the phlegm

Poisoned in rust

Choking remorseless recoil

Bullets boiling sepia rage

Churn gas-tyranny of road

Morning-collect eyes

Bulging dashboard note

Stolen grained hands still 

Grip wheel hose-pipe

Severed bleedings

Petrol on lap

Anonymous lay-by

Towed away

Tomorrow sorrow

Goad the day


Today's the Day

Don't have a chip

Shoulders are equipped

Not belligerent

No excuse for ignorant

So I'm saying

How I'm paying

To get ahead

Get out of bed

Like I'm through

Don't tell me I'm new

Fighting the glue

On my reputation 

Trainless on the station

Get's you where

Brown eyed flair

There is no function

Times like a junction

You take it

Or make it

Like I'm not terribly so

I'm not going with the flow

I'm different

But not indifferent

Fault like I don't baulk

At the talk

That someone should walk

Don't take the pinch of salt

When the suits

Of average repute

Stopping the astute

In finding their route

So stop electing

Stop protecting

The infecting

Of the mind

Because you'll find

Pockets are lined

With ideology of a kind

That fails you

That assails you

So you want peace

Get rid of the lease

Of the beast

Who'll feast

Or be fleeced 

For today's the day

You go your own way

Of understanding

Not reprimanding

No guise

No surprise

Don't tell me it terrifies

When there's a chance

To enhance

Who you can be

And make your own

Without being prone

Doubts are for louts

They are your enemy

Break that ceiling

Is what I'm appealing

Today's the day

That you're on your way

Sky, sun wrinkle

Sky the sun wrinkle
Soft vengeance
Hush blackbird
Flush in swept
Deepened and stun
Seize mosaic
Coarse emerald turquoise
Debris the 
Blemish light
Gorse cut

If moon pressed

Skies west

Cloud race

Wind host

Frowning shadows

Unsure pours

Pursue heaven's guides

Along unfamiliar 

Currents of nightfall


Such crowding

Too close twilight

Where nights razor

Flays echoes

Punish beaten skies

Bruised by edges

Snows raiding clouds

And sharpened dark


Freeze age breath

River the banks

Still lined

Swollen towpath

Colourless puddles of 

Shrinking time fist

Croak chorus wake 

Spirits turn

Servile masters 



Among Cloud

Cloud drive

Last wings

Burn feathers shaped

Tuned hovel spanning


Steep winds

Dive rip silence

ragged brutal beauty kills

Feeds hunt


Shrouded mercy

Gasp its

Meadow bloodied

Scavenger mountain



Bitten Skies heave

Endless croak

Sore batter


Ravage trap

Spiked phlegm

Dead of sap


Summer's name

From fissure lightening

Tear through pride rip

Break on Summer

Heat knife

Torn by earth vapoured

Streams humidity

Windless thunder

Bound bass down

Grow root

Half hold pound

Quench drapings green

Feed height fall

Drink drowned sun

Of warm silent

Moon ashrines

Softed beat

Heat heart

Wing body

Rain breathe



Teme Valley, downstream

Emptied fields


Winds tree that

Listen quiver



cascade twist

Fallen on 

Ice wax flint

Lower the valley's

In land skinned

Stain furrows

Slain flow






Where rivers

Mind clear seas

Crescent sand night

Share loins daybreak

Laden sun

Filled cloudless



Ate what he could

did notlike the dole

gave-up work

saving parole

spoke of tolerance

waived dormats

listened virtue

chewed the fat

liked honest

didn't smell a rat

knew who he was

had seen to that

only him

welcome chat

gave a damn

where he sat

fasts and travels

shores light and packed

peace full wherever

unburdened uncracked



Tides rebound inspired

Spell moon

Treads on wet sand

That sinks and

Dries its path halloes

Feet off

Tempting sensual seas....



Ridden oceans

trail illuminations...


Retreat man-

Shore ashore

Penned spies




Slice the fall

Spitting Autumn hapless


Beyond the sun beneath the

Or too clothes of man....


...tides inlet hazard



Cold waterers

Floundering currents

A depth too shallow 





Waves can be warm

With spray falling

Like freckles on swept faces

Its burning winds

Can drag its salt and sand

Across skin scarring silently

Seas in

Complexion transparent

Pebbled cavernous

Echoed reflection

A mottled preen

Lapping tides

Climb of

Chiselled surface

Maraud deep

Currents in deception.


Night dim end

Rootless thumb

Gardens stars

Hollow in  distant


Silences stillness

Song to coil moon

Round cloud


Dawn to put it out



Aged faced

Long Mynd

Quarried of snow

Colourless of 


Shrinking time

Sheened ray



Filter fields

Chasing light


Darkened aged

Thorn of thaw




Window drips tapping

Contours ground

Sibilant mapping

Rain tributaries

Hiding animals of sound

Filling drains and 

Drowned gutter

Flooded rising

Gushing load

Rain-paint on face

And frozen mutter

Wheel spraying

Tarmac goad

Hurried feet


Grass upend 

Soil pound

Choke gowned

Black asunder

Maimed skies

Punctured felled



Too dark for shadows

Shadows of rain

Canopies fumed dust

Press windows flat

Smudge of lying

Dressed- in 

Face off





Scour sun



Skies sunk in tears




Tranced skies




Western tails

Cloud smoke



A sea of waves

Sweat Wittering

In beach 

Hoarse night

Print of morning



No memory is silent

From a silence not a memory

Like each mortal inhaling

Stingingly and hidden

To quiet a moment-mind

Suspicious to words




Eyes blinking

I see seagulls' wings

Rock find

Spray and light


Face of some wrinkling

I see here all storms din

Sheltered blind

Winds on shore blight

Lips bitten talk


I see winter in Spring

Tides loose time

Waves to a height






A cold a freeze

A wind that tightens

Skin scars

Ice arthritic

Clasp gathering sin

Pen slip


Bite thaw

Written bin


Man of tin


Words I have 



Biting its pulse

Choke its arteries

Atonal flesh


fractured mirror


Gore its page 


Poplars steeper closer heavens
Stars silence cascade
Skies above
Clears and dispells
Night doubt
Steams of the universe
Upon hours of breath
Rebounding moons
Its forest path ahead
Of the cloth of South Downs'.....

...is no endless lot
No freeze begot
All night crept day
No Winter's knot..
Dawn pollinator sun of
Silken layers 
Gathering frayed cloud night
West wards .....

The March Easter Sun

A sun

Once magnet to winter

now light emptying heavens

Of cloud that no longer scrapes its trail

It's metallic formedice-winds

Now. like gentle water ri[pples that skim

Blues skies

The span of

Sun's goldening wing

Hover  sail above the echo doved

Breath blossom Easter hill

Springing the rise peel

Tender sun

Above manicured

Moon hidden by a universe of Winter.


Wish that poem

To be understand not to be understood

Blurred words are lost not to an echo

But to the silence inside a poem

Left, useless, without

We 'chase the air'

We 'brush off the sea'

If we 'run with the waves'

Then tomorrow there will

Be nothing left for

except the left of me


With Paint

Quiet, stroke, unruffled

Charity-beguiling, observing

With each different spirit

Each reflection

Shading tolerance

Brushes of harmony

Likes tones textures,loving..

Learn this when

Painting pierce the pears

In making wounds of night

Days Meander

 Days meander 

the like engine trails scalpel

Sinews of skies

blue flat

Canopy of deafening strips

Glints the sunset scar

Paled behind horizons


Aimless winds shift






Combustion engines hover
Like the distant rush hour
Metal-orb shimmer in the blue skies
Alarm clock cracks-open the morning day
Steel that drips from the tap
Boils triangular bag like
Perforated disorder, clinging
To the slab of minds
Locked-in deranged wake-sleep

Breakfast chimes on mobile phone
Mouth full biting crackle
The first chewed verbiage 
A post-shredded through letterbox
Of bills like refuse crapping on
Razored fights chin
Nips and cuts
Tepid seals
Reflection upon greying mirror
like toothpaste on
Stained dentistry

Just swallow the lurking fumes of
Coffee and cigarette as it
Wastes across table quivering 
Silver marked with spoons sifting through
Lumps of blunt bread soaked
In Stands of light craddling
Industrial levelled

Keys dig into door
Twisting like middle-age
Dropped clumsily embedded
Car sketches road marks
Over the bus fluorescence
With painted adverts that curb-crawl
The packed glum of closed faces
Boarding the shift of day
The Morning slams shut on

Longings that are spewed-out
Trailing in dark dreams
Without filtering
The exhausted
Human spiritless poison
choking remorseless the recoil


Between salt-blistering

Sea currents or

Tides that thirst

Like a wave languishing on beaches

The sun quivers

Like ripples of sand flame

Scorching oceans porous shallows:

Where sun lies drowning,



....it burns like stings

High cloud wincing

Wrinkling unravelling zephyrs

That split silken horizons;

Where sun lies drowning.....


..Sisyphean task sun

chokes its morality

Gasping, flowing,

Fate is not drowned

But floating 

Bloated, limp cadaverous





Sun blisterface of a

Burning horizons and bone

Days wiltin short humid

Wheeze asthma boil desert

Pollutions steam

Solar punishment

jaded man frail 

adulls enflamed


Tear through skies

In fissure of lightning

break on baking earth

and vapour streams

thunder bounding

in base bursting

plant me

grow roots branches

skewer sky and ground sounding

quench the draping green full

of the sun pounding

a silence before rush of night

a softened heat beating

in a heart of a wing


a ripple



Grieving in a Winter

Grieving inside a Winter

Like raining dark no

Longer guides us along

Familiar currents of nightfall

Jagged river banks

Scythe the frowning shadows

As glassed puddles weep colourless

The loneliness of shrinking time

A light never permits

Centuries of skies to master

Or Blizzards’ crowd

The twilight and sickens

Razored frosts scream too

Flayed the echoes of wind

Fumbling at our reeds encrypted

An oxygenated punishment

By beaten skies

Poisoned by our tow paths

Lugging the broken land.


....Windows of the fading moon

From which he looked at day

He smoked his cigarettes

Reducing his time

He poured himself

Empty crystal dawn

Hollow in a glass

Of fragments atoms of



His room blotted paper

Walls drained

The stained ink of twilight.

There was the body that was

Folded in his

Bruised bed that beckoned

The day to leave

Like a glaring silhouette

He was resolving....

Broken Teeth in City Malls

Cigarette butts in bins

Bloodied nose in brawls

Polluted minds and body sins

Broken teeth in city malls


Spare me the bones

Of vodkawhiskey and its effect

For the devil is the drinker

His rancid master elect