Apple me
your raw red love
or that leafy
green in hue
i will read them
both, respect them
as equally true
well, perhaps not
respect them (takes
a
bite
falling into
deliciousness).
31 Sunday Jul 2016
Apple me
your raw red love
or that leafy
green in hue
i will read them
both, respect them
as equally true
well, perhaps not
respect them (takes
a
bite
falling into
deliciousness).
31 Sunday Jul 2016
let the Sun write a journal
of how we (like the other planets)
show our face
and then our arse in turn
the Sun will
tell it like it is
no human geopolitical bias
in its daily rendition
just equal contempt
for its children
not so much
the other animals
warming alongside it
but for us, former worshippers and
devotees cretinous
long abusing as symbol and
trying every trick
in the book
to usurp its power
31 Sunday Jul 2016
when I saw all my
bad cards even
worse since
reversed
I thought about tipping
the world upside down
redrawing the map
in lurid colours
except that both angel
and devil (in the pack) told
me it had happened already
and forces were at
work sublimely bad
for all those their parents
had turned out victims
31 Sunday Jul 2016
GANYMEDE
“and Jupiter
aligns with Mars”
the wind blows husks of
what we were
across ground as dry
as dead as Mars
no rain falls
but
powerful currents are
in the air
taking us
somewhere
we fail
to believe
(not yet
having
taken seed)
31 Sunday Jul 2016
I cannot even
spell “teleological”
disillusionment
is written on the face
of every card that they deal
the coins I count: here
no need for an abacus
my words
in no kind of font
that has sumptuous,
universal appeal.
31 Sunday Jul 2016
30 Saturday Jul 2016
two into
one
and I am
the dividend
yet sum
of all their parts
and yet
why have I
always felt
that viewed from
an acute
angle
it was
really all
subtraction?
30 Saturday Jul 2016
if I were vampyr
I would have impacted molars
werewolf
then perhaps
mange and problem
canine hair
zombie is
probably my forte
by body a
bloody
Meccano set
30 Saturday Jul 2016
after we
were red-carded
from Eden
and on that long trail
of work and woe
snake it was who
approached us
(perfidiously strategic
creature),
said (in
syllables of four and
three and
five and
two)
“let me
tell you about
the beautiful game”
30 Saturday Jul 2016
Posted Poem, Poet, poetry, Shakespeare
inthe scenery
was imported
actors, homegrown
words from the street or
court, dramatically charged
and elevated
that the groundlings might
laugh and sing
missing (sadly, the
wry bard thought to
himself) the
cadence of history, arcane
meandering in and
out of sharpest truth
to power