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

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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

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

FRAME IT

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poem, poetry, Universe

good evil
sweet sour

things thrown into the mix
with the creation of the Universe

what
balance is there?

what interplay that tells us
this is how we
understand our place

are of
it’s art, have
the will to frame it

OF COURSE YOU ARE

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art, beginnings, endings, Life, meaning, poem, poetry, purpose

OF COURSE YOU ARE

of course you are
stuck in the second act

endings, beginnings
who said they must needs dovetail
fit together so seamlessly
you can’t see the stitches,
are destined to miss the rivets

no
in our sad scenario

ending phoned beginning needing
a new beginning

needing a prenuptial, postcoital
thing termed a divorce

yes, let the law handle the third act
wind it up, find some, proclaim some justice
that isn’t too crudely poetic

hate to send everyone hope
dreaming the usual cliche

RESPECT

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aesthetic, art, big bad wolf, egg, Fairy tale, pigs, poem, poetry, three little pigs, wolf, world, writing

The little pig
feeling out (with careful trotter)
the smooth, nigh perfect shell of the egg
confirming the verdict of his
sharp, pink eyes

wonderful distraction from
the world of wolf and huff-and-puff

even though door, wall,
starting to yield, suffering huge battering
only a matter of time

more wolves expected (loyalty of pack)
and there the breath whirlwind
bound to exacerbate to industrial strength
(what was it
Nietzsche said about
the instinct of herd and
how that extends to pack?)

and so
the displacement disjunctured

thought of sanctity and safety
shifted from that egg
which he
was sadly certain

would not receive from the lupines
the pre-requisite and required
purely aesthetic respect.

ECHO

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art, identity, love, poem, poetry

love
(eventually)
knocked at
my door

her hair surreal
her makeup
“done” by Jean Miro
and Salvador Dali

her dialogue
written by Bunuel

her clothes by Man Ray
and Magritte

her story, however, so
intricately postmodern,
written by Jorge Luis Borges
and Umberto Eco

all of the above
finding an echo

THE LOOK

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art, Dali, Fashion, Jackson Pollock, love, Miro, Picasso, poem, poetry, Tattoos

THE LOOK

Mr Jackson Pollock
dripped paint
on my shoes

Joan Miro
did my tattoos

Dali
cut my hair

Picasso
tailored my suit

you got
to
spend
some

of your
life with me

who better
got the look?