13.06.25

 13.06.25

If it hurts close your eyes, 

Rosenkavalier still & wait

the class condition peels away 

its rare indivisible light 

crude English blues 

myxomatosis of ancient glass 

freesias for their scent

for what is sovereign

made giddy in the head?

12.06.25

 12.06.25 

Dibnahs devoted to life 

whose abiding image collapsing into 

morphing into Rose Absolutes

BME pain olympics in the museums 

of re-constructed images

punched out Etiological Mechanisms 

feel this in people objects, 

or the world strange unreal

feel this lifestyle modification 

paranoia mistaken for militant justice 

feel this within mutually assured 

mental destruction slammed 

one way amends adelphi broke 

now the cult of one

there is nothing to love 

hamstrung quiet forgets 

adamite deixis in the cooling towers

of bad praxis infidelities 

into the arms now 

of the apparent enemy 

broken life so undamaged 

sticks me here to enter 

at the end of night 

touch my intimate nerve as it coils 

round a call for vanquished faces 

& everywhere becomes suddenly 

birdsong & morning doves 

the dirt beneath my feet

Hand of Daddy (draft)

 Hand of Daddy 

 The dead are transfigured into children for whom the

 possible would still be possible, because they have not been.

(Father Cell Child)

Now the sun wants to rise as 

brightly, Daddy 

now the sun wants to rise 

brightly 

as if nothing terrible 

happened Daddy,, Daddy 

during the night. 

The misfortune happened 

only to me, 

But the sun shines equally 

Daddy.

You must not fold 

the night into yourself 

you must bathe it Daddy  

in eternal light forever 

a little light has gone 

out in my tent 

I must greet the joyful 

light of the world.

Now I see why 

with such dark flames

now I see why 

your eyes flash, Daddy 

at me in certain moments

O eyes, it was as if 

in a single glance 

you could concentrate 

your full power Daddy 

I will be back

again & again 

again & again 

you won’t know 

how to rest

who to say to

yet I didn't realise, 

because mists were floating 

around me woven even by fate, 

vah-tee, Otac, Père, Vater, Athair

Tad that your beam of light      

was ready to be sent home, 

again & again 

again & again 

the place from which 

all beams emanate.  

You wanted to tell me 

with your light: to stay near you forever! 

But that was taken away by fate.  

Look straight at us,

because soon we will be far away! 

What to you are only eyes

in these days, in the nights to come 

will be only tears. 

pah-pah of the father’s cell

(Against Mother)

When your mama 

steps in through the door 

I turn my head 

to see her

but at the place nearer

the doorstep there

your little dear  face  

pah-bah bah-bah 

mother enters

as always you 

would come in too

scurrying in behind

do I dream or am I awake

Or do I see weakly mumurate 

In the light, the dullness?

Not you, only a shadow

follows after mother

you are always mother’s shadow

gaze falls first 

not on her face

but instead on the place

nearer the threshold

there, where your dear little face

would have been

were you in joyful brightness

were you to have entered too

O the father-cell of 

extinguished light 

of extinguished  joy!

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

(The Hand of Daddy)

The day is fine, 

don't be worried, 

They've just gone for a long walk.  

Yes indeed, they have just stepped out, 

And now they are making their way 

home. Don't be worried, 

the day is fine. 

They have simply made 

a journey to those hills.  

They have just gone out 

And they will not be coming home again. 

We'll go meet them on those hills, 

In the sunlight, 

the day is fine

On those hills.  

In this weather, 

in this windy storm, 

I would never have sent 

the children out. 

They have been carried off, 

I wasn't able to warn them!  

In this weather, 

in this gale, 

I would never 

have let the children out. 

I feared they sickened: 

those thoughts 

now in vain.  

In this weather, 

in this storm, 

I would never have let the children out, 

I was anxious they might die 

the next day: 

now anxiety is pointless.  

In this weather, in this windy storm, 

I would never have sent the children out. 

They have been carried off, 

I wasn't able to warn them!  

In this weather, 

in this gale, 

in this windy storm, 

they rest as if in their mother's house: 

frightened by no storm, 

sheltered by 

the Hand of Daddy 

06.06.25

 06.06.25

Often I think they have only gone out

the ostinato of 

pizzicato cellos in my head

into melisma

straining crepuscule 

of involuntary memory corridors

covered in edited phrases 

or that it actually grew 

someone else’s experience 

the awareness of voluntary activity 

negative feedback control loops 

click away fragile bars 

these will see us down 

what they told me

in between while purposefully 

but not strictly 

a free will or execute 

a behaviour I deliver it to you 

in this poem 

split infinitives 

its behaviour non-extrapolative, 

its behaviour non-predictive 

its behaviour probabilistic 

flees into my dictionary unhurt 

so I can go home under a blue light

04.06.25

 04.06.25

The final human in the so-called 

kill chain or loop 

except for ‘you’ blackbox

the exception is made 

suspended anodyne 

the notion of meaningful control

in zero sum game I looked

to you suppose [no] audience

ultra private parts broke off 

inside immunised on my face 

on the need to preside an alibi

Game rates non-materials change 

roaming in Davos the calendar 

our slowly processed hearts

your huge white ring in the sky,  

on every balcony in the night 

circumscribe the happiness 

lead me to the right 

03.06.25

 03.06.25

Romanticism is nothing 

but liberalism in literature. 

V. Hugo

Cling to them for nostalgic 

groundings because 

such change is both intolerable 

disorienting for us is dispersed 

tunnels inward into reveries 

or memories in order for something 

to be ‘owned’ 

or split 50/50 lover, spouse, friend, 

workmate & at a different level 

symbolic representations 

for society itself 

glassed in dreams & images.