Acid Wood

I am taking you into the forest

Horsed men hunted here before I did


I’ll show you these pony paths

Where the dry-bone beechnut earth

Leads our feet, crackling


Not dank dark spinneys but

Sun sparkled genteel rooms


We’ll waltz in the court of the Deer King

And lean in against soft barkless wood

Where he’s rubbed


Sinuous trunks temple dance

For lightning scarred oaks


Let’s lose time between bracken screens

Make a bed on the heather

Lie in amongst acid greens



What is it that you desire?

What is it that you desire?

I desire to feel the root of your longing

Show me the rock of your resolve

Whisper me the secrets

You learned in the dark place

Tell me all that you heard

In that emptiness


And so, what do you desire?

To explore your inner spaces

As a Lilliputian might:

Climbing down oesophagal galleries

A blue art brut of the viscera

As I paint my bright moniker

On your muscular chambers


Can you tell me what it is that you desire?

For you to forget your version of now

And the need to understand

Don’t abandon me for the light

I want you to hold on tight

To my darkness

And trust the shadows


Tell me what you desire!

I’m not wearing my boots

To tower over you

Or kick your broken dog

You must tell me when I hurt you

When your muscles flinch

From my touch, as a punch


But, what is it that you desire?

I want to feel the fire in your eyes

Spreading wildly through my grasses

Share that shimmering heat with me

Generously. There’s no oasis:

This is the flaming heart

Of a continent burning