ABSURD SONNET

I stretched a
flower to fit you

made a special mix of
only backward tunes

while you were
bathing I was
out flying a kite
but it
did have a camera

will make you eggs for breakfast once I have cracked
the problem of
not fatally damaging
their oval shells.

SENDING YOU (A SENRYU)

Wanted to send you
a senryu
by paper ship by
paper aeroplane
attached to a kite, by
surface mail

or smashed into
a billion digital packets, particles,
parts, beamed up to
your smart phone and
(lovingly) reassembled.

UNPLUGGED

Someone pulled my plug
out of the wall.

I did not feel
the shock at all
neither as
gentle
nor savage
as your touch

just
quick cessation, not
amounting to much.

OSCAR CAN

Oscar can
blame apartheid
for that door
portal through to
the unenvisaged

for who would have ever thought
surrender need not
be a matter
of low ammunition, could
have its nice side
and the pleasure of
smoothed friction supplement
each happy accommodation

but it was a rich intrusive tragedy
you brewed that night: getting
the drop on
that figure in the mirror, the
one who never won, the
one who takes no pleasure
and now must mourn
wounded hero strong or
soft and shrill-sad as
a little girl

so many buttons paused on
“REPLAY”, “INTERPRET”, the
crazed pain you have taught us
explained to the Lady
can last forever.

WHEN WHATDOESADOES IT’S PERHAPS JUST AS WELL

what doesadoes when the world heaves
and neither someones nor noones
survived the many bells down?

stuff with radio waves
tells a radical story
of burnt schoolboy and
schoolgirl, brother and
sister if you will, just
so long they’s Japanese

I too
can do
diamond, do
dust
being carbon life form
(not much RAM to download
or code to
replicate

see how bad this poem is, billions
to do better, not
to speak of just as well

CRY (WERE)WOLF

I an not a
lycanthrope
but if the
wolf in me
calls
I will surely answer

or the wolf
outside

battling
to get in

just a
gentle puff

will
be enough.

AS FOR MY TRAJECTORY

Has history
a trajectory?

Is it
in our destiny
(hesitant pause) to
bring carnival to
the galaxy

go overboard rather than
map the
stars, chart
our course smiling sublimely?

Nietzsche, your nihilism
is the thing
I am still recovering from
here with Lacan in
the Hall of Mirrors

soon I shall stand unchallenged
shooting at each far sun
with a Gatling gun

not even
winning a coconut (as
anonymous as an
archer at Agincourt).

LITERARY CRITIC

who reads a
poem

seven times
start to finish, finish
to start

to document
how imperfectly it rhymes?

or how
beautifully it connects
opens that door
to your rich store

can be
mined for a knowledge
crying to be
converted;
bursting to be got out

THE HAIKU MASTER

The haiku master
told the Sun, the Moon,
the stars, the river,
the ocean, the birds,
the rain

to keep it short
and sweet.

MOON

Moon you
are leaving
the Sun is edging
the Eastern horizon

and I am
on the brink of
understanding your
nocturnal mythology
which the
light
sweeps away.