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).
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
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David any reason why my poetry wasn’t posted as a spotlight? Do you plan to do anymore with it?
DNA was a series of poems it seems. Poetry Showcase are 3-5 Separate poems. Anything published on this site is considered for future print anthologies. There are thousands to look through and this one is relatively new. So I would probably have ready for a future anthology.
I really enjoy your work Clive. Thanks for sending. Was there other poems besides DNA and the Dylan Anthology work that you sent me?
I did a couple of Leonard Cohen inspired pieces that you used too
and now regularly consider submitting to you.