One Line - (With One Explanation)

In the bright sun of January

(So you know the time of year)

Yes in the warmth, at the breakfast table

(So you know the place, and the time of day)

Outside a strong Northerly breeze 

(So you know which way the wind blows)

Also outside, a dog barks; this irritates me

(So you know that I do have irritations)

However the blue sky soaks up my annoyance

(And now you know that I like blue skies)

Cuban Cigar - To Smoke Is The Risk

I do not have the energy

Or the desire

Or the effective concentration

To set about typing up

Rather to dwell

In the loss of self-control

Caught up in the devilment

Of doing nothing at all

That is other than feeling

Sorry for myself

Coming over all melancholic

With the story left in the wings

Where he sings the songs of loss

Has his joss sticks at the ready

As the unsteadiness settles

And the butterflies land on dust

Rust covered energies abound

To the sounds of plucked guitars

And slow-puffed cigars, in the urban

Surroundings of yesterday’s moon

Déjà - View As You Wish

As the estate grounds open up

I swallow thirty years

In the one gulp of northern air

In that one moment

Even in the previous moment

I was left elsewhere

And in that otherwise

Of Poetry Otherwise

I was becalmed by beauty

Never really knowing

If that is what knowing is

Of theatre under moonlight

And in that sea swell

Of waveless nights

With painters at the ready

In that event

Even in the previous event

I am curiously left without any doubts

Perceptive - Seeing Is Believing

Does the blackbird scuttle

Due to the sounds or the vibrations issued

By my feet heavily stepping on the flagstones

Or do my piercing eyes

Effectively order the bird to take cover

Beneath the winter bushes

Which are distinctly smothered in morning dew

Do you perceive more than I 

Is there a morphic resonance

Which connects, outside of chance

Or coincidence; or am I simply lost

Is the date of the video being loaded

Any more significant than that of a birthday

Of course the experiments could be fake

But an academic taboo restricts disclosure

Instead to see you at the seashore

Where your consciousness expands

Out into a life within my life

A place where I am happy to welcome you

Disruptive - At Your Pleasure

So many thoughts

Way too many thoughts

Who is man enough

To hold onto so so many thoughts

Then the noises

Here, there, and everywhere the noises

Now, then, and whenever the noises

Up, down, and turnaround to the noises

But also

The glimpses of beauty

The deep releases of sneezes

To blow everything up, or close everything down

So many thoughts

The temples are vibrating

First with one thing, then with the other

Before it all kicks off all over again

Then the noises; where are you now

Where will you be tomorrow

Is there any chance at all

That we could share a conversation