Awake too soon

The six o’clock dawn
Opening the sky
The breath of light
Turns dreams into roots
Rising from the sea of sleep
My soul is filled with leaves
My face comes to life
On the border of light
In the bright space
A song begins seeing
The bow of summer
Ploughs through rippling waves
I reach for a lifeline
But I sink back in its depth

the privet of the mind

your memories
should balance
your emotions

they cannot exist
in fire

if your emotions
hurt you
to excess
your memories
burn away

if your memories
are mostly bad
do they hut you?
do your emotions
will destroy them?

if your emotions
are on fire
day after day
your memories
will perish

those good memories
they will hide away
under the privet of the mind
while the big guns speak
and your mind crashes

There is snow

there is snow
and man is snow
mostly cold
fading in warm light

there is snow
like I am snow

in the great snowfalls
people die like mushrooms

feeling cold
amongst the snowmen

your hands
in white gloves

your heart stands out
against the snow field

there is
welcome snow
dreamlike
its scaffold
collapses
like stalactites
in a stalag
of ice

there is
the splat of snowballs
the serpentine breeze
the chimes of the sun

then the sludge, black
under the traffic, the ice
sharp and hard
beneath your feet

You cross the rainbow

You cross the rainbow
the rainbow crossing
to the other side of life

if there is more blue mixed with yellow
your life is sad brings hope
if there is more red mixed with yellow
your life is exciting with strong thoughts

what if the rainbow it fades away
is the first thing like death
a new born baby sees into God

as it floats in its cradle on the sea
amongst the reeds crying

and a rainbow mother saves it
in the orphan rain opens its eyes
adopts the infant gives it riches
in her solar train makes it blind

Memories lost

You think that
• Losing your memory is like losing your life
• Losing your life is memories lost

The earth cannot bear so many memories
And death doesn’t store them up

What is more important to you
That you keep your memories
Or that you still can love?

I would give all of my memories for love
I would let love take all my memories

Memories are used – not often, not always
Memories are not always good

Some memories are like life itself
They recall the days of sunshine
They form like pearls, or like cancers

Life is a necklace of random pearls
Many go missing, falling to the floor
Searching you may be reminded of one

Memory closes like a flytrap
over the worst and the best

Memories are lost
but we can still keep out minds
We are still ourselves;
But minds that are lost
make us like inputs
attached to the earth
existing only for food and sleep

But I would hope
That out of sleep comes healing
slowly sleep gets busy with repairs
And we can wake up refreshed
Knowing who we are
Knowing our loved ones whom we lost
that moved about like ghosts in our vision;
ghosts we could not put names to

What power makes our focus fade?
An inner blindness of the heart
Does the soul walk away from the body
Unable to take any more of its life

5/ Cheese and Chocolate Cake

A cheese and chocolate cake on a plate
A date with a rainy day fate
I wait under the clock moon face

A cheese and chocolate cake lake
I awake, the silver moon in my mouth like the undertaker’s horse bit
The flood of my wits on the bedroom floor
I lurch out the door I want some more
To study the law of love wearing
Those rubber gloves I see every day on the street
From the jellyfish hospitals and nurses
How their poetry verses eradicate curses

One day further away from the station where the nation
Waits for the light hovering under the yellow whiskey glow on the sky, I try to
Plan my way but my hand is pulled away by the plutonium rods of a weird wind that makes me see visions of people mentally dying.

And in the station where the nation waits for explanation to the state of the cheese and chocolate cake
Left on the track how they quickly transform
As the moon turns to helium
Then into a pack of dogs at my back in plastic Macs chasing my shadow.

Shouting “hey, that’s the four-eyed git who couldn’t hit a football if he tried”

I’m nowhere, so I wait inside a cheese and chocolate cake looking at heaven in a mirror above my head where all love seems to masturbate out of hate.

More people fill the empty station, transform into a pack of dogs
Start barking as they run down the railway line of time
When cruelty was free and happened all the time
When the face of truth didn’t shine through
And the face of beauty was blind too

That’s this generation who are refilling the railway station now and transform into cows waiting for the cattle train from some buzzing computer brain to come and teach them how to escape from crimes they imitate after witnessing the murders in the house of love and shaking the hand in the rubber glove of their bedroom, masochistic dreams of schemes to build an Englishman’s castle

You chased the scaredy-cat

You chased the scaredy-cat around, quite a funny sight
But it was hard to see you in the thickness of the night
The animal was a dream thing; it appeared out of the blue
And vanished like a frozen wish leaving not a clue.

You searched beneath the bamboo, you ran around the shrubs
Your smiling face was glowing near the flower tubs.
Another great performance lost to history
Performed without a spotlight but acted out for free.