Nepal


Show me her temple
And the hem of her rocky skirts
Blessed with snow offering
Dry wind kiss on my dimple

Scree down her sides, sure
The world for which I've longed
Sacrificed my song for
Moody butter scent allure

Rosary beads of labour dregs
Lust for the draping scape thighs
To be drawn with wheezing lungs
Working on her scattered legs

Lips of ululating thrill
On the mouth of her benevolence
Not to be trusted in full
Token gestures of her will

Beyond what I've known leaps
During monoliths of entrapment
The exchanged encampment
On the forms around her peaks

26th July '10

Flower


I want a flower -

That sense of beauty fresh
From which to collect,
Propagate, then to rest

Not wrest a flower to impress
Reveal an arrogant prowess less...
Less of this... this England!

If she sways I will play to take
He lost the honey
Who did not pollinate!

We shall do like "Sting" fun
Doing our own Yab-Yum
Underneath the sky hun

In my passion de-slave ya
Spring Koktebel to Bratislava
My muse defiantly a flower.

12th July '10

Love Ooze


I've got an empty drum in my belly
Tugged through the slum of waded welly
Wet slosh and shingle grind
It's because I feel so left behind

Sometimes I forget this mush and read
Of other's flush and flexible deeds
It feels like they are in my gut
That I'm that happy-go-Mammon slut

Or, I'm next to Dad on the sofa arm
Full of Roald Dahl snozcumber alarm
Excited by the pull of tonal plea
Then placated by fantastical scenery

But now I'm alone on a sofa cushion
Thinking of women and pencil pushing
Wondering where my next comfort resides
That next ounce of love ooze warmth hides


8th June

The Butterfly Poems


1. Why do I love the butterfly over the mosiquito -
When both are looking for something to bite?


2. Misquitos and butterflys dance together
With only a critical mind
Demanding something greater


3. Butterflies delight in my company
More than my lovers
Even though cupped hands are their night
But the pleasure of significant others


4. Butterfly pen, ecstatic at the delirium of an unslept 5am.


5. In Yin resides my butterfly self
And Yang my mosquito other
Like a laugh with a catching net
Reveals the complete gardener

6. Summer day
Butterfly flutter
yet these mosquitoes


7. Mosquitoes burden night
Like butterflies brighten day
In this here escape.

31st May '10