Poem

In the anguish of words and the sea
He said we are fucked
We made music
Saw turning gold branches
Saw carpets tilting
Made music in tropical voyage
He said we are fucked and was underwater
Ran glasses of water
Ran tables
Lost beat in eyes
Found beat in eyes
Closed eyes
Train narrows into ocean
Into space
A congress wise old hardened men
Their eroded mouths
Our supple mouths
Be close, be crumbled
Question presence of the everything and block
Find space
Lose space
Revealing other space
Said quiet love, away across the old lands
Felt the old lands
Bowls and fingers
Toasted brand new moving stomachs
Opened heads- columns above, streaming, light splayed from centre and outer space stretching outwards
Clouds
Morphing- danger, faces, sun and green-lit tinge and lichen light and masses hung with glowing pinks
Slept mornings
Fell to carpets and the window
Fell to bobbing streets to million faces ancient
Claimed the archetype and joined the stream of multicoloured archetypal stripes
The marketplace
Crates of oranges wheel up and down in ancient market where the babies and the men cry out and the women hurt in scarves
Understood the swirling rhythm
Made a person
Taught them happy
Played at rapture and lightly did right
Killed energy, killed heights and rose the disillusion to a crying self which spread into the stars and woke on strange, anxious mornings feeling flowers and flames and individuals
Legs twisting in Eastern circles through the air and down the train, they hated, ancient faces went mad and widened eyes
And struck, and laughed
Created havens of the mind with darker colours and fled in revolt and despaired in the garden
Placed the stick and ball before him
Placed the table, round, before his knees
Was there
Blue and forests and hallways, hallways
Rise and fall lifted and dropped and lift and drop and shaking
Sent things out
Palms up
And smiled and walked and sharing
Lips placed slight together and curled minutely
Lips held still
And telling before eyes
He said we were lost, we were told of liars
We were told of repetitions and the forms that take in waters
And the changing face of waters
And the sparkle and the glisten and the mud and storm
And the leaves of trees stand out supernaturally and wave
She found the inside bubbling
Vessel vide and doing
Pink and circular we shared apart
In thousand berries, columns and the rain
In moving rainbow out in parts
Long ago described to meet in night of always, knowing little and this
I am there in blinking with you
The eye dulled sharps and brightness of infinite spectrum light
And made grey of darkness
Were told of holy and blessed too and rustled in the heavy wings of crows
And pigeons came on the low-down wing and seagulls came then whimsically to inspect
It blew in the ear and grasses spread out stoppingly
We channeled sky from higher up
Grew sick of hating for the truth
Claimed the archetype and purity was this and strong
So stand in waters facing
Stand in eyes departing
Madness is the thing
We bring down whispers
Take the alleyway, take bricks and bottles anyway
Sleep off into stupidity with child purpose
Write the hours off and thank it in the fucking doorway
Spacehead, you are here and there and laughing