This chaotic calligraphy threads itself through
wrapped weed-like through each decision
scrawled across all memory
a subconscious graffiti tagging everything
This chaotic calligraphy weaves its tentacles so tightly
through every dream, everything said and unsaid
contaminated by spidery strands
of the spinning story’s web unwinding
What is this chaos that comes to me
What is this vast drama
This cricket’s voice, taps me on the shoulder
and says;
‘What you destroy
you can write about
what you demolish
you can sing it out
What you have; is yours to keep
but what you lose
becomes kindling for more poetry
either way you win
either way you gain something’
This chaotic calligraphy is writ large in me
the explosive adventure always appealing
Is it boredom, is it madness
to tweak the mix and see what comes
In love with what I see before me
in love with all that gets written down
and printed there indefinitely
ephemeral no more
Either way I win
either way I gain something…
[2014]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 