SLICK

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comic, Creation, Light, loneliness, metapoetic, Mirror, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, science, Stars, Universe, wordplay, writing

SLICK

in a galaxy
far, far away

another you reading
another me
writing

bored
out of
our tiny minds

it’s something to do
with parsecs and
light-speed

alternate universes and
the mathematical possibility
of mirrors
that this
drab little poem
has garnered the status
of cosmic joke
slick
as a
Cheshire
cat’s mind

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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

IN THAT SCENE FROM GHOST

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art, creative, erotic, poem, poetry, sensuous, Sexual

IN THAT SCENE
FROM GHOST

put me
on a wheel
mold me,
shape me

like Demi Moore
did to her clay
in that scene
from Ghost

want to feel what
art in
those fingers
and what power
they have over me

before you
bake me at such
high temperatures
that I might
hold everything you
would want me
to contain

take everything
you would want to give

MY MUSE

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Muse, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, wordplay, writing

MY MUSE

my Muse
guides my pen
helps me to write

she guides it
unerringly
right through
the night

this not to
quibble, give
barefaced lie

so much
I surrender just
for a
single
word

MY TED TALK

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creative writing, K2, mountain climbing, poem, Poet, poetry, satire, TED talk, wordplay, writing

MY TED TALK

I would love to give a TED talk
as if writing a
novel were
like climbing K2

use lots of pics of
base camp and the
camps much higher
comparing them
to essential moments
in the three-act
structure

and how many novelists
tumble down, crash
die alone in the death-zone
after reaching the summit
publication (I stutter before
an astonished TED audience)
always to be considered
second highest,
most deadly peak

PABLO

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

PABLO

As luck
would have it
all the artists
are named
“Pablo”

they are gathered here today
somewhat ironically
to smash creativity
the ideology that says
even as
pen-pushing machine
you do exceed yourself

look at the list more carefully
as it passes through your hands:
all those surnames:
every one
a Pablo

like you, they must get numbered, branded
barcoded with tattoo
but with them
huge concession:

the script that nails them
they can choose their font:
no need to
be restrained by
new Roman
constricted by
Helvitica

let them proudly display the
gorgeous lettering
with which the pantheon
has had
them conscripted

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

THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

TREE

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Consciousness, Creativity, History, Humanity, identity, Language, meaning, metafiction, Metaphor, metapoetic, Narrative, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, postmodern, postmodernist, psychological, spiritual, transformation, Universe, writing

TREE

asked a tree
if it — we — had
a history

or if we were just fictional beings in
a simulation, as Buddha
did
in fact suggest
(struggling to incarnate as
Keanu Siddhartha)

possible to
efface as
glitches in
the system

characters to be rewritten
(structural flaws
to correct)

making for something that
lends itself to
deeper analysis
better
viewing, reading
in mode
lyric, comic, tragic

or postmodern self-
reflexive that somehow
narrates itself

and so,
I asked a tree, am
still waiting in quandary

nothing as it
should be
(as many as leaves, all
its thoughts
waiting to
be
signifier signified connected

spliced and grafted,
assessed, processed)