Leaving to the unknown

I am leaving before I end up in court

and I am leaving to find new avenues of thought

creations caught fresh in the first instance

and I am leaving taking us

to a European scintillating existence

and of our culture I cry

Begotten, not created

And I am leaving to find the inchoate moment

of discovery beyond these veiled boundaries

and I am leaving to be free

to take up the cause of critical thought...safely

and I am leaving to fly straight and narrow

un-deviated from the expulsion of truth

the detonation of silence which seeks

no proof of criminality writ large

Begin and never cease

And I am leaving this crack-faced crushed psyche

pain-induced inverted grecian urn OF ART

wretched zietgeist of the age and place...

Leaving too the thugs, destroyers of races

Of the age, of people's children the collateral damage

a rushing holocaust to embrace...targets

Hail the incarnate deity

I am leaving the smears, the blears disgrace

of politicians in tears, degrading babies

and I am leaving the shrouded mists

Around which I cannot see

ways through for you and me

Unwanted and tear smelted routes

lie untrammelled under the sea incarnadine

Down to such a world as this

And I am leaving

to soar above the eagle of freedom

and us the 13th basted state

And I am leaving

because basically I'm a Batman

up against a fatuous bleader

Don't turn up the lights too bright...here:

All the little boys he killed

And I am leaving to catch stars

And unload them upon the universe

so I dare to eat many fruits many peaches indeed

And I am leaving the shunting magnetic opposite

pull of Hartlepool in reverse

where monkeys count better than me

And I am also leaving the wheelchair theoretician

who counts stars and says there is no heaven

I am sadly leaving Lord Gibbon

who rules like King Minnion

by a riverside of

mediocrity

And I am forever leaving

the White Cliffs of prison

Leaving the inmates to sing

An ex-rated plethora of purposeless

Bling, leaving them to do their thing

And out of the shapeless divide came Form

I am leaving

the wrathful gargantuan ship of state

its seeds spread out sowing its toxic sting

colluded in humanity suffering an infinitely suffering thing

an arc of evil burning phosphorous freight

of three thousand new criminal laws

Magna Carta has sunk into liberal hate

And I am leaving the Christ who has left us

to this fate – No second coming... No

religious revival none only Et tu Brute?

Exterminate the brutes

I am leaving

the bank rolled hoarders

in the city state where hoarders

and others practice fraud...other gentlemanly horrors

In this they are the peerless

Creators of rapacious goodness

where money trickles down so

lumps of angles can have opportunity

And I am trading the Eastenders

for Mallarme, Proust, Zola, Baudelaire

exit from the things of insubstance

whilst Khalif's brothers seek to band

bond and unify a country in despair

I have looked into the eye of man...

and found it blindingly

I am leaving behind Wilfred Owen and his

St Cross's books burning trauma and trauthe

as Sassoon said he would

And I am leaving as Bush fires spread a circle

around the earth, words of God, words of blood,

words of a hood...

what an engagement

til death do us die a kind of bliss

eternally seeking perpetual benediction

and I am forever leaving the moral compass

which has lost its point its angle of pursuit

leaving the angle of eternal reaching

perpetually seeking what is good

And I am certainly leaving

the carbon shadows on the floor

where children should have been

instead they're sepulchred in grainy

black and white visionary resemblances

of things past and we are all in search of

sweet Madeleine like good people should

I am sweetly leaving my Prince Michael

of football his footfalls dancing on snow

where no mark leaves grooves in the mud

to spend more time with him and the kids

down playing heaven nil all millenniums to go

And he shareth in our gladness

I am leaving because the gravity of earth

can no longer hold me as I can no longer

hear Jonathan's words worth of revelatory

joy and so have spun off...

another trajectory

the centre could not hold me

and so forth

as those stiff winds rupture the stratosphere

and blow from the fields and the sky

and seems half conscious of the joy it brings

with splendor for the loving forms spread out

in the grassy mound wombed around St Catz

And I am leaving

the munitions men

crows straggled along a telegraph pole

carnivores seeking out voles or any other vermin

chorally chanting what profits us all

all this and their idiot boy spouting of

David's and Mohammed's togetherness

Freedom talk driven...in stretched hushed hearse

is a leaving of the senses...Quo Vadis Gross Britanien?

Happily I am leaving Brian Haw

to start the war on terror of gross lies

deviants and the oil enterprise

This is no place for welcome messengers

Nor welcome friends only the monstrous

anger of minds murdered and entombed

can radicalise the despised

I am leaving Rupert's sky formations

Television's tec God news teeming

waterfalls of banality and bad education

We have seen the orange future atomised

seen the cathode ray lobotomise a nation

and it has been found wanting

a rebirth of wonder a removal

from our sleeping