MANFESTO

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art, Mike Tyson, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, political manifesto, satire, violence

MANIFESTO

I am
the Mike Tyson
of poetry

my words
punch you
in the mouth

and
then instantly
you forget every
stupid point
in your
political manifesto

especially the ones that relate
to the control of art

IN QUESTION

IN QUESTION

Big Bang
(first
singularity)

Altamira
Hiroshima

where did that
story come from that
only
with destruction can

there be
creation?

that the
brush can find
its colour

the pen
in ink its measure

only after blood
(words tight in their structure or
cavorting around haphazardly
depending
on their

ideology

similarly with line and shape
and form and aesthetic perspective

after
chaos and death
end

of worlds

comes technical mastery
and formalism.

SAME

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art, gray, Jackson Pollock, poem, poetry

SAME

who added so much gray
to my palette

let time drip like
paint in a Jackson Pollock

perhaps it’s all
just projection

perhaps I’m
the one
to blame

thinking that it’s Love
Love that got
me this
sad way

having so much love
for Love
Love feeling
nothing like the same

EXPRESSIONIST

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art, death, expressionism, Impressionism, poem, poetry

EXPRESSIONIST

the years
blur
when it comes
to time
I am an
impressionist

content collapses
form
takes everything to
a convulsive extreme

and so
in death

I am become
expressionist

nothing
on the other side of the canvass
unless
what with every
brushstroke
seeps, works
its vibrant, otherworldly
way through

DOWN TO

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alienation, Apollo 13, art, charcoal, industrial, metafictional, metapoetic, poem, poetry, punning, Reader, sex, writing

DOWN TO

someone charcoaled
my picture
of the world

after which
things quickly
Went retrograde

found myself Apollo
thirteening through
industrial gray atmosphere
trying to
get back

thinking
if I flame out
here it’s all down to
my failure to exorcise what
they call magical thinking

this you and I discussed
at length in bed
which was strange in itself
you being a
character in
my novel

or me in yours

who is exactly in
whose head
difficult to negotiate
when
speaking of re-entry
couldn’t be
less metaphoric

your bed, my bed,
our bed

so full of charcoal
easy and hard (as
homonym would
have it) not to
exaggerate or
simply lie in it

down to you
lover, reader
to
ménage with us
masterfully, mistressfully
help us out of this mess

PROGENY

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art, Darwin, economics, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, survival

PROGENY

so poets
like all
survival-
fighting
species

went
extinct

it wasn’t that
they were hunted
for their
oil, meat
or skins

just that they
suddenly discovered
they were past
their sell
by date

no longer had
the best words

and no, no
hope of
any progeny

BP

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art, Capitalism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

BP

BP
rhymes
with
poetry

(quite
“naturally”)

but
by Roland
Barthes from
head to
toe

that’s as
far as
the connection goes

between oil
and things
we
speak of
artistically

PROMETHEUS APPOSITION

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art, Capitalism, Creation, Creativity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

PROMETHEUS
APPOSITION

why did the
gods bother chaining
Prometheus to
a rock

when we ourselves could
have done it: we
are very learned
in torture
and incarceration,
the divine arts

LEMON LENNON

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corporate, Creativity, imagine, John Lennon, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, rock music, satire

LEMON LENNON

imagine there
are no
universities
no art schools where
you can
grow your hair

put your ideas
through a synthesizer

just iconic brick or brutal
concrete spaces fully integrated
where you can study
fully work-
interfaced synergistic modules

on people management and other
resource regulation,
power-station fastbed-physics
and
other delightful

unless
called to the high
carbon-fiber pantheon
of true economic truth

imagine

MEDLEY

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art, innuendo, meaning, Metaphor, Music, poem, poetry, Reader, wordplay

MEDLEY

wish I were
a musician

I could find your
theme, compose
you a melody

if artist
I could paint your
fine features
on canvas or
across your skin

if poet
I might mumble
a few words
of relevance

words to
take you to
your storehouse
of tastes, touches
feelings
collected

sweetly, sadly,
perfectly as
memory

words to take you
words that
are the key