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



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 




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




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



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


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


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




Talking is

Listening words

Soft of language


Of sight 

Panarama is 

Only flight



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 




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.



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



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

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



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



Autumn Skies

Spider web 

Cloud of prey

Locked heat

Ensnare mist fog dusk shadow

Sky felled hole


Unknown scavenger

Hunted by Winter itself



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

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



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



A years night

Knows all of tomorrow

All of before

Tonight a lot



And spires

Clogging tears

And fires


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



Gasping blinded

bends off cavity


Lung of heart

Burns of oxygen

Surface linger

Light sinking 

The beauty rasp

its cast


Figure in a seascape

The dusk of canvasses flesh

Lurks  cornices

Fairs of Autumn light

Shape and lenses

Brush and Figure






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




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

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


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

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

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

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

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

I am a Letter

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

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

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

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.


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!

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

In Reverse

Sun rising west

Of running backwards skies


Tidal reverses

....loiters my head of

Dusk dawns

words rubbed -out

writes shunt


raved smudge


Flailing Winter

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


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

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



Squinting, blinking


Of something of 



are urgent

What lies are these





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




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



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



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

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.


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



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.



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


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