THE DAY

Tags

Chess, existence, existential, Life, philosophical, poem, poetry, survival

THE DAY

the day
hard set some
traps for me

greedy gambits
poisoned pawns

had
mined the pathway
from gate to
street

mortified that I might
just convert the
odd couple of
souls
away from the
obvious truth
of its
survival strategy

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AFRICANUS

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blade, Consciousness, death, fear, philosophy, poem, poetry, strategy, tactics, warfare, warrior

AFRICANUS

worst thing in existence
is to be
warrior-philosopher

trying to
hone the
acuteness of
a Barca, weld
to the
principles of
Sun Tsu

refine in thinking through
the tactics of
Africanus

but
this acuity

so
double-edged

when thinking the sharpness
of a deadly weapon

running until the blood
really drips
flows

a finger along that
cruel edge

just
to test

OUTSIDE

Tags

Chaos, Ending, poem, poetry, univers, world, writing

OUTSIDE

outside
it is the
time of
fairy tales
(sadly single-glazed
windows, plastered
walls
are so permeable)

henceforth
watches, clocks
will
(as time
goes sidereal) all
go
Dali

melt
at the
appointed
hour

but I have that dragon glass
to the heart whitewalker thing
going for me

suspect for
the uniqueness of my sins
have developed
weird immunity to fire

SOUTH

Tags

Global warming, poem, poetry, satire, utopia

SOUTH

South
further South

to catch the last ice
before it
melts

so much
hot air

foaming
at the mouth

think last
hope for utopia
down amongst
the king penguins

before it’s all
just ocean
water under
the bridge
joke species that
can no
longer raise
a laugh

ATTUNED

Tags

BREXIT, Britain, British, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

ATTUNED

need Scotch tape
to save
the Union

Irish linen
to
bandage the wound

let the Welsh
sing
Land of My Fathers

whilst the English
oxymoron around

the beauty
of their voices could

nourish, sustain
spirit and soul were everything
not be
stone-dead, long-dead already

Oh, how we loved the
things we

have lost, no longer
care for

the fault in the system
deepening to
a rift
to a canyon to swallow
every inch

of
precious ground

TO THE POINT

Tags

evolution, Metaphysical, Naughty, poem, poetry, Twist in the tail

TO THE POINT

It took my species
millions of years
to evolve to the point where
our brains developed
perceptual algorithms
to allow
us to
see

what I see now: you
standing before me
umming and aaaing
from foot to
foot
shifting uncomfortably

millions of years to
get to this point
where I can see
you perfectly and
yet

you refuse
to recognize this
miracle of
perceptual evolution

deign
to take
your clothes off

WOLF

Tags

Allegory, Fairy tale, Marxism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Robert D Wolf

WOLF

a wolf stopped me
on the way
to Red Riding Hood

showed me a flag
red as menstrual blood

bemoaned the fact
that everything today
gets hidden
in sheep’s clothing

gave me
the bottom line
and link to
a You Tube video

this exactly the wolf
exactly my parents
the press
warning me against
imploring me
not to
speak to

and so
when I got to
Grandmother’s house

I was bristling with inquiry
all Hegeled up and
ready to
tear through
the old
disguises

NOSE-DIVED TIME

Tags

BREXIT, Britain, British, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

NOSE-DIVED TIME

It’s not as if
every line of
this island’s
history

word in its poetry
great speeches of the past
is unraveling, becoming
erased
unpublished

strewn all around not
that any
would notice

not that
there is any as if
in this
nose-
dived time

EMBRACE

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Fascism, Humanity, loss, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire, wordplay

EMBRACE

embrace your fascism
(if that is what it is)
thing
always uglier in
the flesh than it
is thought to be

and that nationalism
embrace that concept as
you would
none other

and yet
that poor compatriot you
are shipping off

neighbour
most reviled
scorned
and hated

(scratching us name
off your band of brothers)

CURL

Tags

erotic, female, Humanity, love, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

CURL

was writing a
novel

or perhaps
a poem

when the paper
began to curl up
wickedly at
the corners

as it is with
your toes after
love-making

or with the Moon
tugging at the sea
spawning waves

barely more than ripples
higher than
small mountains

(sex and
poetry so
prone to
exaggeration)

or my hair, before it vanished,
curling asymmetrically

in the bald truth of the little
lives we living

great
metaphor can be