you me
a house
the sea*

*and of course my dog but that’s a given as she goes everywhere with me anyway, like a shadow. Or sound.

when same old same old
came flouncing down the street
hair all nice and
perfume dragging in the past
i said ‘today will be the day’ and
took a knife to the sky:
i would live on the other side

i threw the dakinis a banana
they laughed and threw it back
i gave them my heart on a doilie
one I’d spent an hour cutting
the hell they asked is that ?
i called after to offer them the best of me
they laughed and said:
if only you knew
i didn’t though and
suspected it might be time before i did

way out on the cold face of thinking
going at it with a little silver axe
chipping at the he said i said
the bitch did what ?
dancing on a fragment
dancing on the middle point of instant
here am i i’m blinded
breaking into all these shards
every single thought
i’ve made myself from splinters

i like it when it’s hot and
the road melts
and the mind noses into the five:
sexual misconduct and icecream
and the boys sit high up on walls
silent for a change
squinting in the blinding
pulling at their teeshirts
baby fat melting into a
future bright with everything
and love
love comes pounding from every
hot wall
it beats down from every waxing tree
comes streaming from the past up through every
summer which ever rolled out abundant with
sticks and swallows and crisp top cowpats
and there are we
we’re marching out across the fields
crowds of cowparsley waving banners
applause from crows
and all of our bodies
all of our hearts
yearning for the future
and now it’s here
i find myself
when i remember
yearning for it too
yearning for it all
just as it is against all of the odds
and the trees
laden with love
say: here, sit with me
rest in my shade

white cow
bollocks pink as powder
nodding comes across the road
and the great wheel turns
night swings her lantern
as if to chide
it’s late and
come to bed
but Oh
i’ve clothed myself in story
he said
she said
i want
and all those past lives
night snuffs the lamp
and confusion draws in around my shoulders
bed is not for me
it’s for the ones who’ve proved themselves
their mind a single point
in penetration of what isn’t here
someone paints the cow’s horns orange
offers it a marigold
i hang a chain of plastic flowers from its neck
and the great wheel turns
the cow crosses back
its bollocks swing like temple bells
facebook says a man i loved is dead
and the great wheel turns
the cow tosses its dumb moon head
browses in the dazzle of the local shop
selects and wraps its blue tongue
around a parsnip
and the great wheel turns
were i only to know
to have an inkling
of how and where and when
to use this precious humanlife