GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE

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GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE

wrote a haiku
about Heaven

but it looked
so fragile
certain to snap
and
it did

until I looked and
saw the lines held
were strong as the steel
in the Golden Gate Bridge

the thing
that had
snapped

was me

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FRIEDRICH

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FRIEDRICH

insurance
assurance

volume
of policy;
sheer weight of
those documents

wasn’t it you, Friedrich, who
reminded us
of how the thought
of cutting through that paper
could get us through,
what was it?,

“many a dark night”

Oh, last night was so dark
it was like my soul died
and overwhelmed me
with stupid and
yet stupendous blindness

trivial and yet metaphysical, risking
the huge, yet mysteriously hidden,
anger of God

whose necessary passing you, in Zarathustra,
so lamented
perhaps He too, like me

finding an absolute emptiness, devoid
of hope or creation: the history
of the Universe
as really dark night

C’EST FINI (REPRISE)

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C’EST FINI (REPRISE)

All my knowledge
all my skill

melted away from me
like skin after
a nuclear explosion

and they looked and nodded
(perhaps the slight crease of
a smile, beginnings of a laugh)

those great poets,
royally acknowledged, who
write in gold, do not have to
prove anything

given the choice I would
have been a tree
could have given you shade,
proffered you fruit whilst
you sat protected beneath
my boughs in the
arms of your lovers

no shade from billion-degree sudden flash
of plutonium sun, though,
I am sorry to say.

C’EST FINI

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C’EST FINI

In this scene from
my forthcoming poem

I am seen writing
my final goodbye

to you especially
who were so kind.

Here we have a long tracking shot
moving away from me, but first towards me

the writing
has stopped
the words
have evaporated

there is no time for metaphor
the world where.
I could think transference, identification
even transformation

has drawn its blind
this is the last line.

SOUTHERN CROSS

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SOUTHERN CROSS

poetry seeks aloneness

pristine as we can conceive:
just you, my friend
beneath the Southern stars

who tell me
of your disappearance

and that
they too, later, much later
must signal
their departure

I remember, shortly after escaping drowning
dunking my head beneath
the waves
there in the tepid Indian Ocean
shutting out all sound
save that
of the sea

out in the rise-and-fall distance
surfers and seals and the sharks
that predate upon them
(semiotically, they
must have something going
have contrived their own little system)

thing truly iconic, colour-coded
gray-blue of these waters, blood
red for the heart.

UNDO

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UNDO

sliced the
Gordon knot

no
coming back
from that

this being
what god-Kings do

and so it is
with me
and you
who once imagined
yourself a
god (or God)

but that
you have doubtless forgotten
it is
ancient history

so what
did you conquer
my Macedonian?
what luminous city
of the East
is named
after you

all those might haves, could haves,
if I did not hear them,
sensed them all

cut through
that knot too

nothing
can undo

SOME CONSOLATION

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SOME CONSOLATION

poof!
we disappear

Houdini
could not
do
better

sometimes no “poof”!
just go
disappear,
arguably (no
proof)
forever
and ever

and me (clock
still running)
thinking the art
and life thing
(as per
normal)
at such
critical juncture

think (try to get
my Plato-Descartes brain
around)
stepping
off the page

leaving the
stage

hero’s journey but
with unfinished chapter
(some consolation
reader
that you

live
forever)

RUBY RED

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RUBY RED

ruby red shoes sparkle
dazzle to death that fake emerald wizard
(he’s never
seen Technicolor before or
been high on acid)

but me, how old would I be?,
scared out of wits not
by any witches but
by the tin man
(Robbie the Robot giving
me nightmares forever)

yes
ruby red shoes
they really

wicked witch magnets

to escape those flying monkeys
I would Torchy-rocket myself
out of here in an instant
flying saucer myself
to planet
code-named “Forbidden”
full of Jungian shadow

or dive in my spacesuit
into a stargate, chasing
the Monolith

by which time
having discovered psychotropics

I know my way
around

(tin man at my door on
time-altering mission

thought Mary

Shelley
had put paid to him but
by his
ruby-
red eye

he said he
would be back)

AT THE TIME

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AT THE TIME

brain went on the blink
so had to call in a brain-repairman

spent the whole morning
haggling as to whether
the service would be covered
in terms of the existing contract

and me so
eager to get back to
the snooker table

resume my game:
had been playing
star billiards
(pocketing planets and
moons in
the six
singularities)

no thought of
any sudden break
in transmission
at the time