FIND MEADOW

where is a great empty space 
a space
where politics is irrelevant 

antarctica ? 

with herzogs aztec king
and lovecrafts 6 foot penguins 

anyway
my mind conveniently left me 

the birds shat onion grass under the apple tree
and that bee big as a golfball that got inside 
well i got him out again

and
i
wrote something 
something good enough
something worthy enough
to read aloud
in a soft english meadow naked all the way to space 
coloured with nodding buttercups and patchwork dairy cows

i called it wire in the glass
i called it the veal and the chicken
i called it the moon men from mars

i put a note in my diary-
find meadow it says

then i count the bruise shades
in the killed grey sky
waiting for the streetlights to come on

theyre new lights theyre white now
and out the front round the sunflower fence
it looks like theres always an oncoming car

from nationalparks.gov.uk

TO QUOTE HERZOG AND HANK

  its 
collective murder out there
and
if
we
knew
what 
to
do 
with
that
we 
would shine
  and
  the
world could properly begin

from adoxoblog.wordpress.com

COLLECTIVE MURDER

  its 
  collective murder out here

said    
the        
film       to
maker      his
           muse

meaning for him
  the 
  jungle
  was 
  never 
  erotic

  its 
  collective murder everywhere

i
said       in
           a
           different
           century

meaning
  mini-beast brutality 
  under 
  soft british grass
  
  industrial farming

  the madness of roads
  
  and
  governments
  willing
  folly

from prisonbooks.info by paul lachine

ANTARCTIC LONER

electric eye
and 
german director
and
crew
in a land of aztec palms and twilight guitars
film a penguin 
heading away from his collective noun

returned to them/he leaves again

inland/toward mountains and death

alert a base camp a few km inland
and 
catch footage as he passess

determined
steady
alone

inland/toward mountains

and

death