may 2021




...there is something deeply exquisite in death

in apples rotting in the next room


the smell sticking to existence

to nosegays that mask the scent


of a universe in extremis

fate finally stripped from the human heart


this fascination for absolutes

for an ego nobody wants


or needs, or sees

this exquisite freedom


to leave a failing cosmos

and never return


to have death taped over your mouth

trapping your last words


that smell coming from the next room

those apples, those absolutes


rotting the universe

this cold fascination for darkness


for these black steps

leading down into the heart...







...the centre of this fire

is where the earth’s purple shadows


stain my eyes, even my skin 

with their ballads, their rosaries


their inexplicable sonnets - all of which

I am clearly not meant to understand


and yet the urge is primeval

I must push back on what is coming


my soul’s slow dismemberment

these saffron eyes, these flaking toenails


this incandescent sleep

where the earth’s purple shadows


play over my face 

giving to fire its hypnotic colour


its need to dismember

the endless zeros


the endless sonnets

circumferenced like a necklace


about the galaxy’s heart 

my birthplace, my home


where once I was set down

reclusive among the stars...






…who are you who watches and waits

are you a god, an aspiration


or a devotee

guard or inmate


or just someone lost in a free world

dangling from the edge of a dream


but I know you

because you have stalked the earth


unseen for millions of years

you are the inconspicuous leviathan


the hooded reptile

that lies inanimate among the rocks


you are, for sure, a snake

smouldering with revelations


hunger with a flicking tongue

this conscience marooned on a planet


you are the eye that scans

counting each and every footfall


each and every blink of every star

as you wait yearning for your god to exist...