Untitled Poem

And we could talk and grow
And grow into a moment
But still we sounded still,

I thrust a hand into your pants
And wondered what you felt
And what it meant,
So serious,
Phenomonological phenomene,
Empirical test in a loved girl’s moan,
And how,
When our eyes fix
And twist,
Breaks open the Ideal
Noumena, Nounou, nous,

And we should talk and grow
And grow into a mo –

Under the tread
The shadow’s dead –
The wet floor makes me think
Of Glaxo Smith and Kline
Of Maynard Keynes,
And Milton Keynes,
And why,
Why miniature connects
Convey and yet convex?
(The broken teeth
Of married tramps
Married to the broken home
[it is known to poetasters as the great unknown]
The links, the links,
Emails, she-males,
For body odour lynx,
And none of this makes sense
The homeless tell the sphinx)
Dream thoughts, yes, but tell me why?
Why is lemon curd absurd?
So sérieux,
And the voices in your head
That say everything’s been said,
Words, not my own,
Words I cannot own,
So please give me release
Purge, please, inalienable words,
Conscious of place, conscious of a place,
Give me the time,
Wordless time,
There will be time,
Time in mind
Time out of mind?
Well grow a pair, replies my brother,
But he is not my mother’s lover,
Oh Mother Time,
Poetical,
(See I am sick
Of the thick shits
That read and do not see)
No, Time,
Time from words,
Time words hunt,
Time words rape,
Faster Pussy Cat, Kill, Kill,
Was it rape
If we laughed?
If we loved
The thrill?
(I weep into my tea, oh how banal, how profound)

Soon the dulling wetness breaks
For dreams of cunt,
Dreams from days of death
Of paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives,
Let’s look at our laughs
In the photographs,
Never quite as real
As when we forgot,
I want you in a cave, Hannah,
I want you in a cave,

But isn’t this a slant?
When once I doubted all,
Once kissed like Carry Grant,
Watched through the chinked wall?
We grow, growing hour by hour
Turning into Schopenhauer,
This love,
This toilet love,
Another I,
Another You,
Each knowing what to do
But of no use,

I’ll Hamletise this love to death
Until I feel your fucky breath