One Raw Conspicuous Foot Poem by NIGEL LESMOIRGORDON

I SIT ASTRIDE THE SUN AND SPEAK WITH GOD
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!
He burns my head and spreads the flesh to show blood's wisdom.
MEANING IS IN THE MAKING
We take our passage through the ceiling of books' doors. We fly through
woods, green lanes, loaded hedges, fields dust and. our wings cloud
the rain - we stop and hide to see death watch my coffin burn,
the laughing wood explores my flesh.
I touch the eyes of love. He smiles.
CONCLUSIONS CONCLUDED THE FEELING FOLLOWS ME. He gazes after me, peels my soul. Beside my eyes I see all dreams have walked away, sweet tears. My ears eat air. I read my distance in the clouds, old winds, blue skies, turn to trees so quiet, fall to rain light bodies kiss the earth.
LOOK - STAND - BE OFF!
He weeps the songs of rivers, burning eyes. I wait for breath to celebrate the page,
Wild years throw words to ruin. Our joy in alleys dark and beautiful. Dangerous as speech.
SPARE ME
Voices from the air, my straining thighs-inspire the moaning little things to answer me. This building's girders dream. His agents trap the falling words. And stop.