today I killed

one of my faces

a trivial murder

for both

of our sakes

but now

at least

one less lie

to lie behind.… Read the rest

I will gather

all your

worlds children

under

my blanket

we will

press together

dark and warm

and smile

our smile.… Read the rest

bastards,
smiling
as if
they know you
(no way)
you
(in your skin)
me
(in mine)
in the skin
(not of the skin)
in the bone
(not of the bone)
in the flesh
(not of the flesh)
in the mind
(not of the mind)

never mind
(she said)
I’m with … Read the rest

running now
in my natural part
sharply warm and listening,
shall it die me to this land
with its shielding night
of dark and dawn
and northern flame
now settling
in rook and scar
by sweeping hill
cold winter clear
and sharpening
given now to wires
of high and silent … Read the rest

go by the east my love

in 17 shades of brilliant white

lay gentle strings

humble the proud locks of night.

go by the west my love

in 17 shades of brilliant blue

child sea drift

moving peace on angry shores with you.

go by the south my love

in … Read the rest

they wrote in water
before you came
before you and your pen
with its crying sight
that saw the skies hidden fire
and forced its blistering heat
into the cold galley-way
of our words now washed
in the new wine
of your hearts wedding feast
that married
your pain and … Read the rest

evening

and there

in the deep

darkening bowel

of this months sky

under the high

flying wing

of the glowing

black thrush

my love is seen

her eyes

a soundless

blue flame

fire lighting

the sad islands

of my life

into a still night

home coming

causeway

of golden rain… Read the rest

this fragile mind moth
casually sleeping
in his holy begotten
crackling skull
drawing down
in cornered circles
to the palisaded box
our major national
night thief
in friendly shutters
and co-resplendent channels
divorcing the rings
of knowledge
living in repeat
of yawning eyes
uncovering the split jaw
of dog happy … Read the rest

in the safety of his mind

the doll man sits

tacked in unknowing

to formless chairs

by the firing

of the mighty pin

a jackal gun shot

from the fronted

chinese avenue

holding the sad gown

in self known sitting

shrouded cold

by the full length

of the spectered bird… Read the rest

please master thomas

no more sad-eyed people

felling the restless

name of god

simple shilling turned

to the teeming shadows

then split and multiplied

by the crossed illusion

corner stone cornered

appointing a fresh faced god

for the slow

and fast faces

by mind milled

in time for the last… Read the rest