Juvenilia

Cherry

On the Road

The rebel broke the window The beatnik stole the key Beneath the moon's soft city glow The ignition set souls free Tearing down the highway Gliding...

And I know if I do say "Black"

And I know if I do say "Black" It is eternal so Each yesterday evolves tomorrow Into a bleaker, weaker sorrow It is infernal woe These silences are thunder-hearted I cannot raise my lids

And the excellent North

And the excellent North Is a path for your wind Seems to sigh for your view Streaks your bacon fry sky Like a fugitive gasp Through your hungering wings Deliver the scratch

And was pleased...

Every second is A second Of value Every moment Someone's dream comes true Every minute is A minute Of fascination Every moment Someone's world seems bright Every hour is An hour

Bluer and Darker and Deeper is

Bluer and darker and deeper is The oft' sadly sung of "wine dark sea" Than any cowardly, callous flow Cleansing a crown of its dignity The hawk paddles mighty wings through air

Snow

Written in the back of my Geography Book.

Tarmac River Banks

When promised a giant crisp I thought it would be as big as the playground I didn't like tomatoes, even then But Worcester Sauce hadn't been invented A thousand years ago

What if ...?

What if Dreams are real And life sub-consciousness ? May it appeal And then reveal The Rainbow prism The colour prison But if Dreams ARE real And life sub-consciousness We must kneel

The Forgotten Continent

The hallowed hollowing has not occured I think you have plugged the holes And patched the wounds You placed the seaside on my thumb And opened the gate

On Butterfly Summer

On Butterfly Summer An angel did fall Stinging the tulips And melting the dawns Erasing from men's minds The will to remember Belauding the darkness And praising the night

The Stinging Gift

15 November 1993 (19:41:58) The Stinging Gift ----------------- Wings from shoulders Angled Are sprouting Arms for arms That threw to shatter Strength Of wooden Earthenware

The Stinging Gift (PART II)

18 November 1993 (11:09:09) The Stinging Gift ----------------- (PART II) ---------- With the wind against my wanderings And the sun a murky messenger A daybreak scattered logical

Like a Fury at the Dervish Hall

Like a fury at the Dervish Hall The hillside's fiery Torch Did from an ashen-visaged dome Scorch Ice to quosh for a sinuous and darker curl And then fell Revitalising
Cherry

The Oak Lane Inn (Part Two)

No one at home when I tapped at the window He's deaf in the parlour but I didn't know then How he was framed by the shutters, the rafters, the blinds Fallen by flowers within the Oak Lane Inn

Now we breath the Hyacinths' sweeter air...

Now we breathe the Hyacinths' sweeter air Framed by arches and not rivalry We have only a dream of the Paradise Garden That held to heart its House of Hell Needled me with a knowledge

For Your Heart

We begged an apple wind Of a barren overseer And pressed closely Cool to cool To writhe beneath Invicta The Devil's birds are walkers Stalkers of the green And when he entered into

Heated by a lone icy stone

Heated by a lone icy stone That set itself before as rock I took as my immortal throne The crystal in our dear Lord's clock And though the frost was savage cold

One Moment in Time

One moment in time we'll be plucking This consciousness from the strained air To feel twixt our fast palms an echo Pulsating and earthing lost years You whistle when you should be sucking

In Vacations

My frightening hair My scarey rabbit My lightning dream My bag of acorns My holey doughnut My crescent moon My amber party My pleasant doom My stick like a snake My Abraham Link-Coin

Just a Word...

Just a word Two Or a few Nothing further from intellect and emotion and HOWL They'll break your heart Shat-shattered, empty Little feeling Like the day in September

Nightly Tempest's Spirit Wind

The corpse in the copse grows more beautiful every day Shows you're dutiful GRACE IN NATURE Leaf Underneath and it grows lighter glows brighter

Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land

Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land Are overcoming darkly, dashed anxieties Battering the bleakness to sediment and sand Scattering the beacons of drowned priorities

Papa, Won't Ya Gimme a Lift ?

They saw Jesus in a call-box, groanin' Didn't know who it was He was phonin' Magdalene was prescient 'bout her stonin' Said it was the FLYER who was moanin'

Poppy Sings : "Lord, I'm numb,"

Poppy sings for Olwen 'cause she begs her to Busk the husk of dusk 'til Dawn Opium O-O paean She's the heroin(e) Of the laud in 'em 11 November 1995

Wel I know now...

Well I know now Where the frost-web window went How the bankrupt solstice spent What the widowed winter leant And as the Night devours The seeds of soiled flowers