my heart trembles in fear
as the spectre of love is raised
your perfect body tense in my arms
as we scratch the surface of each other
and feel the fears underneath
an early kiss full of murmurings
our minds reverberating with the promise of together
as is written in the runes
some souls must meet

we burrow deep into the skin of each other
seeds of a love affair so sweet
the heart wilts at the wave of emotion
deep in the mind of minds we feel the pain
since love brings dislocation
family and friends fail and fall behind

in the nights of aloneness I pine for you
chained to your duty
years and miles from me
and yet my heart bubbling
under the heat of your quiet intensity
I await your tender kiss of kisses
and the anticipation of your body
as it fits into my arms
and we become …as one

I hear soft snow falling
slipping softly silently
yet building to a crescendo
at the edge of my awareness
I strain to hear the snow song
as air deflected by the flakes
makes whispers of quiet pleasure
caressed by the marvellous matrix
flocks loop and roll in waves of sound
vertical and horizontal snow
that gathers to the ground
and now to drift over hedge and home
seeking a perfect partner
all in a masterful mating game
armies of snowflakes dance and dazzle
then join in harmony
and float ….to earth
look…
their beauty is the land
softened by their silent symphony

Empty Poem Wrappers

the worst thing is the guilt
the guilt at losing poems
you get the nudge
or a tap called intonation
and those one or two words
are poem flavoured
you can tell
even this far away
but then excuse 963
963 = reluctance
reluctant to get your ass out of a fat chair
by the time you get there
all that’s left is empty poem wrappers

Alien Snail - number 1

the alien snail
laboured across the cullamore doorstep
oblivious to the acid blood etched path she left behind
her space ship shell disintegrating in earth pressure
she struggled to communicate with the dumb earthling
not even one of top 50 galactic languages
in vogue here on fuckin earth
of all places in the whole universe to crash but earth
and to die in ignominy
here goes
one last attempt to insert data into the stupid human’s head
ahhh thank Zeus a poet….
I Rasqulinafactolfortobi from the planet Melfilpintada 6
will not be forgotten
I will live forever…

I went down to the Ministry of Culture to get a poetry permit,
A XXL big US Marshall stopped me at the door.
The poetry section closes at 2.00, he said,
glaringly, making me conscious of the P stuck on my breast,
laser marked on my forehead and in ultra large arial on my back.
In that moment I was lost, my purpose in life thwarted,
the american military culture police on every corner,
in every small town in the world.
A phalanx of fear formed around me, I wandered apart,
the hooded populace inoculated against poet contamination,
truth almost eradicated.
A poem content application form, held prisoner-like,
an orange beacon in my hand.
I agonised over the title,
seeing the surly censors scissor snip.
Clouds of Freedom gelded to Clouds of or just Clouds,
or more likely a Prohibition Notice issued for poet 181155Irish
and any poems on the subject of cloud freedom, anytime in the future.
I thought of my superb collection of prohibition notices
and in another world saw a book ‘Prohibition Notices 2005-2007 Vol I’
New York March 17th 2007.
the stark nakedness of poem titles, alone on a page,
driving underground readers to a frenzy of released imagination,
Imagine all the People or Imagine all the police,
tapping their bully clubs in unison.
global poetry slam american equals;-
beatings leading to the loss of mental faculties,
short rations via reduced food coupons,
restricted movement allowances,
another entry on the culture police electronic tagged identity card,
and the endless torture…
of silence…