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

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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

Tags

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

SIEVE

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art, death, Grecian Urn, loss, Metaphor, Nuclear, poem, poetry, thermonuclear, writing

SIEVE

here is a bowl
containing something
worth keeping

take it
lest it become
an
ash urn

for here is fire
falling

soon rising

who knows what
they have taught it
to devour

what is
in its program
what they
have determined, driven
wild with desire, it wishes
to eat

here is a bowl
take it, take it

here is a bowl
here is a sieve

BEYOND THE REACH OF ART

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Creativity, Muse, poem, poetry, surreal, writing

BEYOND THE REACH OF ART

my Muse
took me to
a strip joint

barely arrived
(at the joint)
she took me
to a backroom
there
to partake
of some
backdoor fun

but, as per usual, the room
was occupied
full of monkeys
floor to ceiling
each slaving away
at smart phone keyboard
or T. S. Eliot typewriter
trying
under

seriously serious sweat-shop conditions
to contrive to capture
a grace beyond the
reach of art

the manuscripts rising steep as K2
high as Everest
Muse and I
much amazed

some as good as Tarantino grindhouse, or
Spike Lee social commentary joint

with the odd
Godot and haiku thrown in
for good measure

GARDEN VARIETY

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apocalyptic, art, Chaos, Dionysus, Ending, Garden, Nature, Order, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

GARDEN VARIETY

metaphor muddles
truth
mud slides

and so, what can we say about what
happened to the stories
that we tell

no hope there of them ever helping
the stars that govern us realign

speaking
from green comfort zone

cultivated with Nature tamed,
bent into strict beauty
by force of Art

I watch the world amass, follow the forces of chaos
out to do damage to
world air-conditioned, strongly
double-glazed

so much smoke (as in mirrors,
as in “not without fire)

there in the non-smoking section, do
not hope to find your Dionysus

and if
find him you do
how might you dissuade him
from this church militant
deranged drunk on
(just the hint of the thought)
of divine wine

those vines
criss-crossing the new
no-man’s lands of purging
military fire