FLY

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FLY

at last
you find
your wings

so
fly beautifully
fly into
the distance

do not look
back or
down

there are wings out there
deepest companion
ready to
fly together

take off
for the Heavens
disappear

SLEEK CREATURE

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SLEEK CREATURE

a sleek shy creature
sidled into my office

spoke sparingly
yet with such laser focus
was scared she would
set fire to
and I would burn
with all my papers

still sadness however
(unless secret happiness and
ecstasy she keeping
tight under
her vest, close
to her chest)

I drool at the thought
that we find a place
where
truth or
dare
we do not care
if legion upon legion
of intimate, impertinent
questions

and in a flash (mercurial her
star and
therefore her nature)

she is gone
both of her, she and her
astral, silver messenger twin,
two
in one

and
I am back to
rewind and reset

first page of my
compendium of signs
thesaurus of code and
its interpretation

of the
innocuous, purely Socratic
methodical sign

there being
no subtext here of
a sexual kind

absolutely no such
linguistic subtext to
take into reckoning

OUT

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OUT

a poem got
into my head

scraped around
inside my skull

causing a huge
frissance between
physical and intellectual
sensation
and idea

pain
and pleasure

I was so so glad relieved
after so much lovely
damage
when it
worked its way out

PUNCHLINE

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PUNCHLINE

to die
on stage

more like
a Hamlet
than a
dead comedian

resurrection, finding
your punchline

ghosts swamping
the dark battlements
and there
we have Yorick’s
sleep broken
all he ever
is or was
fallen into the hands
of some gravedigger fool

where
are your
jests now
and would they
still carry?

a joke so timely
you might drop dead laughing

forces
social and cosmic alike
conspired to
make you their
avatar of laughter

stabbing at the fringes
of the armour
of reason’s regime

and so, to pull no punches
my Prince sweet

learn for safety’s sake to
negotiate a laugh

cheer up
and as your usurping killer
father’s brother
would have it

listen for the
bells
cast
nighted colour off

just splice and dance and
dice
with words

tell it
secretly
how it is

the show
so dumb

and yet
the laughter
still continuing throughout
the slaughter

here, finally, our punchline
not a punch
being pulled

RETROSPECT

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RETROSPECT
(IN RETROSPECT)

sometimes we
go round in circles

I would like to go round you
in very tight circles

probe to see
what it is
that gets your
inner whizz-kid
fully operational

see you
climbing the slope of
the graph so surefooted
there is no sliding backwards

and me
following you to the apex

measuring the angles and
the wicked distance between
every point
of that steep triangle

you are soaring
we are soaring

always soaring
separate

kind of
together

IN QUESTION

IN QUESTION

Big Bang
(first
singularity)

Altamira
Hiroshima

where did that
story come from that
only
with destruction can

there be
creation?

that the
brush can find
its colour

the pen
in ink its measure

only after blood
(words tight in their structure or
cavorting around haphazardly
depending
on their

ideology

similarly with line and shape
and form and aesthetic perspective

after
chaos and death
end

of worlds

comes technical mastery
and formalism.