Poetry Showcase: Poems DNA by Clive Gresswell

https://www.erbacce-press.co.uk/CliveGresswell

Clive Gresswell is a 64-year-old innovative writer and poet who has appeared in many mags from BlazeVOX to Poetry Wars and Tears in the Fence. He is the author of five poetry books the last two being ‘Strings’ and ‘Atoms’ from erbacce-press (see their website for more details).

DNA etc

1/
from the opening
the red bud/this stinking corruption
classless/injured/democracy
drawn into the life before
drawn into the death before
the mouth moves silently as
he questions how those sub-atomic
particles can grasp what was said
in the beginning and scheduled
thru the chromosomes as if wired
to capture the plasticity/this combination
this horror show that freezes the breath

naked to the accordion blasts & the inclination
to grow and grow and claw its fetid muscle
cramped in an unworkable spasm ripped
forward from the tongue and its hue and cry
deep into the animal instinct captured
and regenerated through the queer
curiosity of time & space

its talons grown cold in gripping
the perfect neurons which fell like
snow into distillations of a worldwide DNA
fluttering like the intrinsic eye howling
by the borderline where time and tide betray.

2/

new horizons stick in throats of silver platitudes
to roaming gypsy hoards and their impolite tongue
snaked and roughed with the background accordion
the flair from witness witches into soft harbingers

dressed in almighty rags and sentenced with long-jowls 
martyred in their fading opinions rested at the junction
to which a symphony plays regretful tunes of tiger-moths
and hotel rooms or hostels for the first-born
whose mothers’ wailing is now torn on the agony
and ecstasy the deliberate throbbing of the vowels

leapt forth in antique matrimony slithered from vows
the hissing and green ink scrawled across this black
and white graffiti blessed in memory of frivolous clouds
and the ancient merchants of their entire misery cast

3/
the fruitful birds which rest
complete in the region where
cutting circular gesticulations
morbid on the mind and cast
along the centrifugal force

shattered by society’s flattering
insipid dreamlike vestiges
cut-free from wandering chance
& loosened to the tongue a final
baying by the wolves of fate
beyond castigations of forever verbs
                                          
                                    & into their annals ripped by ropes of despair