Unspeakable Elegy

There is only the unspeakable.

There is only the colour of dust.

The dust of our pasts.

The dust of future ages

- incarnations of anguish?

It matters not.

 

No, I will never deride

My unspeakable desires,

My unspeakable thoughts,

My unspeakable elegies.

- incarnations of the flesh?

 

It matters not.

 

I look at these words

And they burn with hatred.

They are devoid of belief,

Of any shred of humanity

- incarnations in the mind?

 

It matters not.

 

I write an elegy of pain

And it burns with despair.

An elegy for every victim who

Cannot live without pain.

- incarnations of suffering?

 

It matters not.

 

This is the dust of our fevers.

This is a time without embrace.

This is a time without open doors.

This is a time without questions.

 

Flickering light behind glass

Distant clouds of memory…

 

Questions, always questions…

 

They matter not.

Illus: Poetry By Night, 2002

 

Beyond The Dream Screen

A time will come when we are nothing but a memory haunting the dreams and nightmares of some superior species.

This future race will inhabit our planet (no longer called Earth) and live in perfect ecological balance: adjusted to the world, the cosmos, nature and all living creatures. A tenuous memory will be the sole flaw in existence:

MAN… unconscious origin of perturbed sleep, subtle agent of demoralization – what a destiny!

Illus: The Dream Screen, 2017

 

Enter The Heart

 

Enter the heart – but you did – a varied, more confused display.

No formal charges of air piracy can be made – no formal charge.

RANDOM 1 RANDOM 2 RANDOM 3 CAUTION ENTER THE HEART

Boys on motorbikes don helmets.

North north-west of the saltworks – caution.

Caution – going, going, gone – can’t see far.

Darkness visible. Motormen blame snow. Waste threatens.

Representations deny all possibilities – remember.

RANDOM 1 RANDOM 2 RANDOM 3

Made for guidance. Encourage suffering masses.

Unconscious censor job what we need interrupt weather reports – hollow tactics – alarm:

DEAD BOY LEFT OF FRAME

Psychoblock 4.

Ten minutes search – increase volume.

INCREASE VOLUME INCREASE VOLUME

No cold rush of air, no human activity. Report back – report back.

RANDOM 1 RANDOM 2 RANDOM 3

No. Duties divided – dead boy left of frame – what.

Possibly within days.

Circular opening –enter the heart exit from the brain.

No human activity – mother superior nightmare easy listening synthesis.

Representations at Geneva ignore all other possibilities trauma vocabulary visionary justice perhaps there will be memoirs perhaps there are visionary

RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM

don helmets don helmets left of frame – DEAD BOY – deny deny deny.

Unconscious censor job planning a move two cars crash head on dangerously low nurses report unhelpful suggestions transglobal expeditions north north west what – enter the heart exit the brain.

Illus: Psycho Block III, 2001

 

Close To It

 

Close to it. Edge corroded. Dirt. Stones. Bricks, possibly. Can’t see far. Dark.

 

THE AIRCRAFT LANDED THERE COULD BE NO CHARGE OF AIR PIRACY THE CO-PILOT AND ONE OTHER MALE PASSENGER HAD DECIDED TO REMAIN.

 

Rough, circular opening. Fragments nearby. Throw them in. Hear them go. Going, going, gone. Can’t see far. Perhaps there are memories.

 

INCREASE VOLUME: NO FORMAL CHARGE. DUTIES AT DEPARTMENT HAVE ALREADY BEEN DIVIDED BETWEEN TWO SECRETARIES MIGHT WELL TAKE PART-TIME JOB LATER.

 

Closer. Very unwise. No cold rush of air. No darkness visible. No way down or out. Walk round about. Edge covered. Dirt. No sign of life, lower life, or even spawn or eggs gathered in dirt. What –

 

SAME VOLUME: THE AIRCRAFT DUTIES AT DEPARTMENT LANDED NO FORMAL SECRETARIES COULD BE CHARGED LATER POSSIBLY WITHIN DAYS PERHAPS THERE ARE MEMOIRS WE USE THE WORD WHAT –

 

No cold rush of air very unwise very close much closer there could be no formal male passengers – the move could mean a reference possible within days – perhaps there are memoirs, close to it. Close.

Illus: Even Closer, 2003