Nf3

Nf3

the knights today
have no
armour

the bishops
never read
a book

the rooks are castles
that can no longer
be defender

and pawns
that would be queens
are dealt with simply
easy to have
their throats cut

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GOOD FRIDAY POEM

GOOD FRIDAY POEM

I saw some Christians
in a pick up truck
with rifles
and guns

looking
for Jesus

to presumably
give him every
drop of love

they had
so many bullets

BEND SINISTER

BEND SINISTER

sometimes beauty
throttles us so convincingly
our only escape valve
is the smell

but I was inhaling you
whole bouquet bit
by bit

so much crudity mingled in
with severe refinement

that golden road
leading to
both Hell and Heaven

snaking around
every hairpin bend
taking them
both as they come, as
they do accost me
(breathing in, still breathing in)

STORM OF A DREAM

STORM OF
A DREAM

forget Brexit
the poet said

wrote himself across the channel
across every outcrop of rock
of the continent itself

in search for a better,
magical island

he had heard in
the storm of a dream
that there is
such a one

THING

THING

his poem
is not
spreadeagled across
the page

is a
fletched arrow
straight and
narrow

is a cobblestone highway
on which he is driving, praise be,
sans wheels pneumatic
or spoked wooden

sans
wheels at all

no he has gone full panzer
with caterpillar tracks and
reactive armour

no hope of
Herbert’s butterfly emerging out
of this cobbled-
together type
thing

EXCEPTION TO THE RULE

EXCEPTION TO THE RULE

wrote a letter
to the Universe
forgot to
post it

so now I suppose
it’s just a letter
self-directed

though
when I opened it, couldn’t find the contents,
get around
its universal,
alien tongue

LOST

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LOST

lost my virginity
didn’t hang around
looking for it

and so now
you expect me to
search both
high
and low

for my lost integrity,
fidelity, authority,
sanity

all those sweet virtues
I have been
throwing around

BRUTAL

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BRUTAL

Brutal touched her
in voluptuous pleasure she gasped
for him so hung, ripe
to hit that spot

and she
reflected in the sheen
of that polished leather
knew
he was not making
love to her but
seeding the Universe

becoming
(in his rampant mind)
the very soul and
essence of God

most savage, demanding, self-
righteous god
this, or any
other universe
had ever seen.

IN ANTICIPATION

IN ANTICIPATION

Angel asked me to compile a list
of all the paradoxes of time and
faster-than-light travel

the list
was there
before
I had started

she thanked me
in anticipation

again
and again

and then
she asked me …

#poem

SOLUTIONS

SOLUTIONS

snake dreamt me
as he
slept

curled like
the mark of a fat
conundrum (?)

which I could
neither answer nor

slither
around

as he hooked me yet
again
in class

his Aristotelian eyes set
of my finding
solutions

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