obliged to function

[create a dream]
repetitive symbols and allegories
a habitual state of mind
within the complexity
of a certain strangeness,

it was a kiss/

significant to the external world
and not the four walled habitat

[interior body]
hearts and ideas created verses
spontaneous kiss
and delightful flesh
without absent things to deny,
music filled the simple sense
isolating the event
captured in his mind,
temptation a language of it’s own

an act of kiss/

[pure,impure]
moment cracked with resonance,
her eyes had claimed the
measurements of his passion,
without verbal matter to form
a leaf litter sheet

[fell upon her]

you discover in a kiss/

all named sciences describe
needs and imaginings ,
and in ache of after limbs,
aesthetic conditions
and those rules of attraction
will provide possibilities
for them

Oskar Fischinger – An Optical Poem (1938) MGM

when she flies

loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,

now without sanitorium or astral light,

deaths pungency had gone

she lay before him,

naked as the solemnized wedding bed,

sewn with silk and love

cerise ridge scars

created with a skill he never knew he had,

her offal once mortal

he feasted upon

washed with wine and tears,

absorbing her

leaving her with mechanics,

parting her legs

felt for the copper tube

inserted handle

and turned each activating

and animating,

mechanical precision went into motion

body shuddered

eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,

she could move

with silence as her voice was no more,

he helped her dress

that velvet gown

he loved so much,

outside to walk again

without fear of bacteria or virus

morning filled the mountains with shadow,

holding hands

her face a dark riddle,

in her eyes she had the knowledge

to do the same for him

when that time came

to walk immortal together,

then she paused

he thought mechanics had failed

as she began to lift off the ground

taking flight,

he panicked calling out

as she slipped out of grasp,

soared higher into air

unable to reply,

that she had a lover she had

to find

Chagall

 

 

from the golden arch of arse

monkey all as me

before the meteor fell,

eat improvised food

slain in the boudoir

fresh from satin

and moist yesterday,

lacerations and smiles

hands bridge the expanse,

farewell to pelt

hello carnal alarm,

argue through closed eyes

i am the ape

blood and sensation

teeth splitting fruit

as i  would breathe

through your flesh,

i am the cause of your scream

anthropology has it’s secrets

that is me,

pulse and tongues

long shadows in the mirror

i will no longer

take to the branches,

i have hysteria

in my feet,

consumed by the body

escape,

i live in infecting your purity

with my clouds

for

i am the ape

From Wasted Sleep

the space between each hour

is almost a decay,

clock conspires in awful silence

mirror reflected hands

reverse that moment

when that realm of waking

is at it’s edge,

straw taste upon the tongue,

as on curved eye

darkness and it’s folds descend

tattered fingers reach upwards

to a point where ceiling once was,

a wicked frost is felt,

gravity in a raw form

will not resist

a man with scattered thought,

chilled he must

throw back cotton anchor

wrapped taut about body,

it would be a while before

the yellow spikes of light

would transform as morning,

bone chimes fine resonance

in the soul,

darkness a swell pushed aside

dreams skirted and lost,

nature would not find any tears

if he fell soundless to the floor,

beyond the door a reprieve

and a new vast openness

spread as a cold

desire

 

I Mammalia

linnaeus said i was of the breast,

mammal,

others said

homunculus being of man,

i am structure labels and description

hominid not pongid,

erect bipedal classified and arranged

my own name of inconsequence

i am myself living with fossil ancestors,

last of a kind,

pan troglodytes and pan paniscus

my shadow shape and form,

pan feeder and fertility

of these as much as well

not so much as a deity

but origin being

vessel of twenty three chromosomes

and passion to extend the lineage,

being morphologically  comparable

to those of saggital crest,

linnaeus believed in sex and the line

as with his botanica

sexual with bridal beds

as perfumed and scented as passion be

now a dancing self deity

procreation and self extension,

finding the mate

passion raw astounding the stars

grunts of elemental exhaustion

a galaxy of cellular construction

swirl compete and fertilize,

i am mammal

feeder of the breast natures nurturer

and wonder of flesh

 

 

Natures Loins

draw trees across my eyes

so that the view is hidden,

excluding one of my senses,

yet we are carbon companions

draw , store and extract,

i wish to see between your leaves

unless i touch cannot,

we breathe and share the earth

yet i am not rooted

i vaguely wander

no path very certain,

beyond your leaves her home lies

another like me,

i have loved

whereas you know not how,

your bark skin sensitive

can crack and lift

exposing fleshy underneath,

do you have an awareness

beyond what we feel as humans,

needing to see her i press on,

you snatch at me

sharp twigged remarks that sting,

without each other

we would be nothing except desolation,

make her visible to me

so that i can be loved again,

instead of falling

and becoming part of earth

and you

 

 

 

Resonance and Fear

hospital blue cotton suit,

feeling ready for this,

table lain

resting arms head in clamp

mask screwed over

field of vision diminished,

at your request music playing

to drown out whatever,

automated table draws you in,

it starts with

magnetic thrum

waves of sound

that offer no comfort,

gets louder and louder,

expecting a rip in time

so the brain they are photographing

can see and be part of

the history that creates our soul,

abstract thoughts show as synaptic

fire,

ghost shadows of words

not spoken or written,

time almost at a standstill

louder it gets,

in this tube white walled

a medical torpedo

to be discharged,

behind a screen

they where looking and seeing

not a face and flesh

but it’s transparency

bone and internal softness

compacted to fit,

it is done

once done glad of silence,

you wait these days for a sign

and sat with doctor it comes

age travels to different parts

progressive but relentless

and now that brain

so visual in it’s ways

is showing early signs

Vacuum

morning opening light,

no strength to start the day

yet lit by sun

worn carpet

trellis pattern of brown and gold,

capturing crumbs,

those hairs she left behind

long auburn entwines

into pile,

catching on bare toes,

open loose cupboard door

and out comes old vacuum,

lit a cigarette

once connected to socket,

switched on

electric motor whined,

light flickered on nose

brushes beat at the carpet,

bag rattled

suction was just enough,

her removal nearly complete,

carpet would never be a

green grass in the sun

as his heart told him so

 

poetry for james dyson in the independent newspaper