Intelligence could not influence me,
The real world,
Was the solid walls against the sand.
Went in and out with the tides.
Rose behind me and set on the bay.
stood like a cliff,
In Watergate Bay.
The tides went through their turns,
And moulded me.
I faced the sea,
My back, for two months, against convention.
Discussions, directed at my degree,
Degrees to me in Watergate Bay,
Passed the marks on a thermometer.
The established knowledge in my mind,
Constructed with blocks of books.
Stood in my heart
Like a tower-block.
And as the tides passed,
The tower block transformed.
The waves washed its sides;
Storms almost wrecked my will –
I stood on the cliffs,
Like a cliff.
Part of the coast,
Part of the cliff.
The water, whirling away abstract thoughts,
Left me with the world.
The sea, pulled me to it,
To catch me in reality.
And although the temptation enticed me,
I declined its impulsive invitation,
To reconstructed reality.
But in the world of brick, roads,
Buses and taxis,
Into which I externally fit,
Internally my world is waiting.
I will be a cliff in the city,
Until once again
Matured by the waves of words and books,
And be bewitched by the sea,
Then follow its motions
Across the earth.
Watergate Bay 1989
I want you,
I want you, more than ever before.
I love you, denial is half hearted.
Can I have you, hold you, hate you?
Despise is now half hearted.
You love me,
Lead your heart away, from the head
That governs you.
Throw yourself gale force at me.
I’ll stand and adore
The wind that flies my hair and soul,
Awakens my emotions
And blows away any reservations, ever.
I watch you, in your deepest darkness
And I yearn.
I yearn for the climax,
Of all the passion
That has been bred in your body.
I want it to embody me.
I’ve caused it,
Let it happen.
Greedily devour me, satisfy my hunger.
Set free the love that has become
Claustrophobic in your mind;
It tortures you, let it torture me too.
The love we have is both damned and deep;
Let us leap from the ledge,
And drown in it.
Lightning flashes, cloud to cloud,
Sparks fly across the spaces.
This charge has served to fuel
Desire and searches for open places.
The deafening sound of silent thunder
Pounding in the air.
Heavenly static, enticing lure,
Rolling shadows, in the glare.
Billowing out, one nudges the other
Mixed air, it shrinks away.
But fingers and thoughts entwining
Grey mists begin to play.
Rolling, turning, merging, leaving,
As two lovers the air caresses.
‘Till consumed with each other’s powers
All tranquility it suppresses.
Energy, more powerful and selfish,
United this storm can proceed.
To tear up unsuspecting nature,
And satisfy its greed.
It will whip around in its frenzy,
Spoiling Mother Nature’s loves.
Rip out the heart of what was stable,
With its powerful, selfish shoves.
And when all are but exhausted,
There will be debris strewn and scattered.
Leaving all breathlessly wondering,
About what really mattered.
In to the gated den.
Gleaming wheels whirl.
I ignore the
breaking voices that shout
“Fuckin hell, tosser..ha ha ha”
Next year’s dudes in floppy woolly hats
fly from ramp to ramp.
Bikes, boards and balls
Can I do this? Stay the distance?
At the top of the ramp
my heart is pounding
I try to look cool…..
Screeching wood signals
the end of each intrepid ride.
Sweat on my palms
I can’t bottle out yet!
Shrugging off a graze
Wincing as a boney buttock
hits the deck.
Biting my lip as excitement mounts.
Speed……..triple jumps and grinds
I ride them all out
with an air of outward calm.
My flesh and blood
smash up all over the park…..
Until I can tempt them away
with the bribe of an ice cream.
Perfect image in my head.
Lying in bed.
Sunshine streaming through the blind
Onto the bed sheets, that last night
Spread around us,
A sea of ripples
As we found each other again,
And steered ourselves to oblivion.
Our skin the map,
Our souls the pilot.
The destination, perfect and untainted.
And we lie there,
Total sublimity; stirring,
In the light and warmth of our sleep
In which we mirrored each other’s movements,
As we rolled and caressed
The contours of our limbs.
Where we kissed as sleep walkers and
Moaned as we moulded
A monument, of love.
Full of energy and light,
Sparks to life and moves itself.
Hands reach to touch.
Lips brush with lips.
Arms gripped and we slide
Into the swell.
Thighs against hips,
Breath into ears like seashell hush.
Every stroke blurring the lines between
The separate parts that form it.
A moving sculpture,