Some people love the experimental in poetry

a single candle flickering on a gleam of gold.I cannot see how great or small the dark space here, ofchapel, church, echoing cathedral; orare there trees around; or a stable; or a prison cell..? ..I cannot see how great or small his mind;I cannot see how great or small his heart;his soul…monk…your image, your imagined…

Mary, Mary, is it true,Jesus had a thing for you?Mary, Mary – He lay with you?Mary, Mary, tell me trueMary, Mary, red hair wild,did He leave you great with child?Mary, was your love so steady,that you had had His kids already?Mary, Mary, at the Cross,did it feel a gain or loss?Mary, Mary – on that…

of guilt and anger – next door’s insurance companywant me to have it cut down, which I resent; it’s justso beautiful. It calls out love.All of four feet high when I bought it,slender, almost unnoticeable, and a glorious mistakesince I’d confused it with a ‘real’ slow-growing acacia;now it towers over the house, superb, generous and…

nobody knew it sleptit did not know itself that it sleptit slept like a babyand that was refreshingit refreshed itself before it was bornas babies doit did not then know itself that it sleptbut when it woke up it knew that it had sleptwhile it slept this poem had a dreamit was a good dreamit…

flower,said the beerain,said the seedseed,said the rainearth,said the skysky,said the earthman,said the creatorcreator,said the mando they knowthey all speak the same language?

of your dead mate whom you’ve no time to bury