Bucranium
Wednesday 14 December 2016
Friday 5 August 2016
Monday 1 February 2016
Knotted Castle
I made friends with a tooth,
for he was alone,
had lost a friend,
needed an embrace
For there are deserts
as well as canyons in our
mouths.
We are the Ossuary People,
Inlaid with abalonebone brigands with
snaffled desires
poached in vinegar
and lusting after tardy
and lusting after tardy
secular saints
full of joyous horror
Heart, flag and cross,
God preserve us
endear us & enjoin us
In a waxen-blood franchise
endear us & enjoin us
In a waxen-blood franchise
Are people mad enough
to call themselves
this or the other ?
Reiterating, reconfirming
this or the other ?
Reiterating, reconfirming
driving the knives deeper
I must believe myself for
I am not lonely,
but a whole.
idyllic remains by a river,
Gin soaked beauty
shimmering like grey vanity
over early autumnal
domicile drivel In extended and
expansive bliss.
over early autumnal
domicile drivel In extended and
expansive bliss.
Candle light and rain,
looking for twilight in vain
shining across the
short-cut lawns
looking for twilight in vain
shining across the
short-cut lawns
dusky cadences
long & glorious
cast out like furnace coal
by the dragging afternoon.
Saturday 30 January 2016
To live and die in Londis
One doesn't live in London,
one dies in London.
A Winter Queen of Bohemia in
our midst
Elsewhere lives too
dry Elizabeth Essex.
Dream of brimmed lotions,
quicksilver and
final, eternal rule.
The snail dance meets
the Stork's rising
to phoenix family
Oh yes, the praxis wheel
reccuring 'infinity',
shivering daggers of flame.
The more they have,
the more resentful they get.
Resentful bores
who, being ignoble,
in the end become
most soft-boned.
Atheism, pointless too,
because Nihil is also
a God
The Aesthetic preferable
to mere Ascetic.
Saturday 9 January 2016
De Montfort
Gamblers, Marquesses
impious ridiculous drunkmen
dawn duels attended
by liveried heretics
dawn duels attended
by liveried heretics
Wanton cornucopias of privilege,
epicene, tragic crusaded singularities
passaged by bacteria
epicene, tragic crusaded singularities
passaged by bacteria
dessicated coconut confetti,
chalky wines of monks and Kings,
fine Colombusted snow-drivel, the
sugarcane of Corinthian Gods.chalky wines of monks and Kings,
fine Colombusted snow-drivel, the
In essence there are few
who reach attic tragedy
as attainment
as attainment
they are never philosophers.
Tragedy is impersonal nobility,
Tragedy is impersonal nobility,
tragedy is a fiery dragon on
a turning wheel.
a turning wheel.
Wednesday 30 December 2015
THE ORGY IS OVER
Finally the orgy over
with macabre fiefdoms
to come;
A dark age rises,
A dark age rises,
civilisation breaks brittle as a biscuit,
crumb by crumb
Marching to militias
amid gloomy plastic meltdowns
the wires trailing nowhere
the wires trailing nowhere
The sun has shone, the day
has come and gone
the evening was sweet and elegiac,
now the darkness soars
and the leaves fall
in resignation and despair,
wilting to damp and dissolute mud
Minor notes are struck,
the major has long faded.
Sunday 27 December 2015
Oh Fox, feline hound
saline foe, serpentine member
Presently,
over a weary grey season
the last dance of
twinned redcoats
pert part prance
Unlike that adored
rodent, the rabbit
You've earned your guise in the
weft and wattle of this land
Would you see off
the hoof smiths
horn blowers
horse chargers
Or is the hunter
as much in your heart as
you in his ?
Red flame-breasted brothers
the hounds, horns, thunder of claws
the hounds, horns, thunder of claws
Co-authors
in each others'
imperceptible dream
Last free master of
mythical wiles,
and pitiless fate.
Will your embrace be ended,
your chronicle discontinued ?
Unknown muse
of this land,
Scrutinized by
frivolous and benign bosoms,
extraneous mothers
Altogether a far-away steel gaze
pitifully projected upon fate
For it's a strange dance
on your pasture
Scrutinized by
frivolous and benign bosoms,
extraneous mothers
Altogether a far-away steel gaze
pitifully projected upon fate
For it's a strange dance
on your pasture
Beguiled, we remain with
your unwritten saga
Blinded by your bounty of wit
Bound by your passion your unwritten saga
Blinded by your bounty of wit
of war
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