#1969 - beer bounce

1969

6.143

23.v.25

beer bounce

ekphrastic for Linda Marrinon’s ‘Short Man with Two Dogs’

 

in heels and naked mainly

nose towards

 

any animal for itself

but huddle

 

the genital clouds abreeze

 

though long ago and far away

what a night it’s been

 

#1968 - ravel

 

1968

6.142

22.v.25

ravel

ekphrastic for Ildiko Kovacs’ ‘Tracing Light’

 

so much of the picture receives me

 

under over

I think the stars untangle

 

it is a thorough sky

 

some swim

lines dive

 

there’s elsewhere in it

forms an edge

 

there’s bright 

tangle

lean

cursive

 

in this sea

the sun’s for a line

 

as a stranger, welcome

 

weeks and other years

go down

 

one of the colours is time 

 

 

#1967 - snapchat

 

1967

6.141

21.v.25

snapchat

 

I’m having breakfast – it’s wonderful

I’m in the shower and smile

 

look at me

in a bullet hail, baby shower, moment of truth

 

these lips and the eyes

we’re naturals – you, I

 

wearing a labal

and that’s my own skin

 

I’m making a funny face

wow – now you see

 

just for the record

I’m tasting something, call dinner

 

here’s me with

and here’s without

 

here’s a little pout

just look what I do with this

 

I’m going to sleep in a bit

keep watching

 

I’m giving it away

here’s my hospital face

 

sad smileys

they’re sealing the coffin now

 

#1966 - the trees at winterheight

 

1966

6.140

20.v.25

the trees at winterheight

Hyde Park

 

all so that a city may breathe

 

we, in sudden skins, brisk of

day, in the park, abroad

 

all around – motor, siren

hum

underword over

 

steps between

my puddle come

 

many the leaf and strew

 

eyes up for our glimpse of sky

day grey until it’s gone 

#1965 - into the bright

 

1965

6.139

19.v.25

into the bright

Gore Cove Track Series

 

like an idea round me

leant for a fence

 

bounce

and plash traffic

 

take ourselves

a truth to tell

 

the harbour binge

such shallows!

 

salt wash

someone latches on

 

it’s only day does

I belong to

 

great heights and find us

 

are all the spent days here?

 

slow to a stone

 

it’s hang from

kick about till still

 

here is a hat’s worth of sky

or else

 

I cast some shade myself

#1964 - nature's translations

 

1964

6.138

18.v.25

nature’s translations –

instructions

Gore Cove Track Series

 

wear stone                head trickle

 

imagine not what you are

 

it’s hoof by breeze         by breath by time

 

who are we so come?         trip here

 

there’s claw of lizard sunning

as moss does, like the face of the Earth

 

hack a track but the bush grows back

take twig for the meaning of fire

 

let snake by root and twine

branch out – leaf will gather

 

splash is the task of puddle and hoof

 

let slip a word of mud

you’ll work up a sweat on your way 

#1963 - panflash

 

1963

6.137

17.v.25

panflash

a circular scroll

ode to the vanish

 

life’s a flash

and then you’re ash

 

 

how will it be to join the all

having been always a part?

 

I leave myself to it

 

a precipice slip

a slow drip

freefall

 

how will it be to not be (?)

is silly sausage stuff

 

life was always a bit bunged on

 

on my account

there’s one year shows a rose

 

let’s wilt

 

we all will be cured of the world

the world of us

 

was a tickle grip

 

much miffed

they won’t even read a will these days

 

accumulation – pension – gone

 

and some say go again

but evidence is scant

 

join the dots

 

footnote to the endnote yet

 

it’s wish of the wisp

to enchant