NOTHING

Tags

Consciousness, Creation, existence, Paradox, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, writing

NOTHING

tell me something
why is there
not nothing
rather than
nothing?

Oh, sorry,
that was my critical
error, my
category mistake

one life is not enough
for the paradoxes of philosophy

and I had
been led to believe
this poem was
perfectly fine
for take off
and landing

once on
autopilot
would be
perfectly safe

and so
as the wind whips
around me and
I have to think ripcord

I wonder what it was
exiting the fuselage
that I
was meant to say

perhaps to ask
why this poem is
you
is in your
hands now

my issue
no longer

as
time for these thoughts
is already ending

from nowhere these words
(this the
gist
of my thesis)

unfolding, opening up,
surrendering everywhere

magically appearing all over this page

OUT

Tags

Consciousness, Creation, poem, Poet, poetry, Reader, writer, writing

OUT

a poem got
into my head

scraped around
inside my skull

causing a huge
frissance between
physical and intellectual
sensation
and idea

pain
and pleasure

I was so so glad relieved
after so much lovely
damage
when it
worked its way out

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.

WHATEVER

Tags

Cosmology, innuendo, Möbius strip, poem, poetry, the Universe, twist, woman

WHATEVER

kitchen is the best
place for cosmology

bubbles, suds, microwaves,
caramelization in and on the stove

not hard to see
links here to the
history of the
infant cosmos
(Job riding
on the back
of God
that he might see)

as kettle whistle, frying pan crackles
I think of what single theory
might avail us of the power
to put it
all together

valid for whatever star, planet
in the Universe, within
whatever galaxy
under whatever flag
(the politics of flags
always crimping
my humanity)

and
to give it all
a twist

the beauty of woman
when it
comes to topography

her Möbius strip identity
itself the
riddle

perfect
mathematical twist

SCHOOLED

Tags

Creation, Creativity, Intertextual, literary allusive, poem, poetry, school, Sexual, The Wasteland, TS Eliot

SCHOOLED

stared into
the controlled flame
of a Bunsen burner

sexual chemistry
in the class just
about to begin

and me
I had time-travelled back
to find the roots
of my loneliness

everything in
the adult world here
on a steep learning curve

but according to my mentor
my mind is that of a catalyst
melding the culture of words
interleaving time’s tongue

my shadow
poet
bard of desert, scribe
of wasteland

the
Universe contracting
not expanding
energy lost unless
eruption
in the system

the poet in me and
me in the poet
almost evaporated

went
back in time

to figure out
this meaning

and there I am, transfixed
staring into the flame
wondering
what it means

CONCORDAT

Tags

Humanity, Imagination, left brained, objective, poem, poetry, right brained, subjective, Universe, writing

CONCORDAT

the Universe
produced
a concordat

has
an index,
a glossary

however
it has
neither
epilogue, nor
introduction

is bereft
of
pages, lines,
acts and scenes

which is
to be
expected

what you get
when the mind goes
so left-brained

TANGO

Tags

Dance, metafiction, metapoetic, poem, poetry, tangent, tango, writing

TANGO

and so
off we go

at a tangent
do
a tango

dance
with all our dead characters,
unsung heroes

those the pen
drew a
line through

rejected, discarded
left
unsung

but here we are
by that very
wayside
dancing until their bodies
(quite unlike the
Frankenstein creature)
come
back to life

as we find one
simple good, bad, ugly,
fair
or foul
redemptive feature

that never
dawned on us before

and so
back in full force

let them
find their feet
begin
to speak

their newfound words
at once so subtle, potent,
and intriguing

so do
knock us
backwards

lift us
off the ground

LAGOON

Tags

Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein, Horror, Language, poem, poetry, science fiction, semiotics, wordplay

LAGOON

was playing a word game
and came up with “lagoon”

now I love that word
for all its monsters

more crude and less
philosophical
than anything that
woke up
Mary Shelley
to create science fiction

how I will miss
a world of constant
counter-intuitive surprises

like the insects running
up down the wall
being the product of
the angle of the spectacles
shifting in an
hallucinatory direction
(subtle pointing of the head
the preferred technique for
a first-time
commitment to
multi-focals, whether
near or
far-sighted

those slight degrees of shift
simply switching the genre

which fucks (as well it should)
with that well-established delusion
that reality is real

for how real is a
reality when you
are swamped with such desire for me

your fingers (all appendages)
wandering
all over me

determined to
drag me along to
some
great cave of philosophy

or down to your
lair at the bottom of that lagoon

for B-movie sex
that you have already guessed
is protocol rewriting, Kama
Sutra by-passing

raw content to be inferred since
restricted to off-screen

ENTIRELY

Tags

creation l, Creativity, inspiration, Muse, poem, poetry, writing

ENTIRELY

shaped
my poem
around you

followed the contours
of what I did
conceive

your breath so
close
scent on
your skin

heady concoction of
desire
turning volatile

becoming
inspiration

of the kind
nothing will satisfy

energy that swallows, absorbs,
rips through everything
on its way
to the new

to reconfiguration
creating something
beyond
the regular

so different entirely, in style
form and content
surpassing.
what was before

what had
seemed to
define me

PYGMALION

PYGMALION

can shape you
as I
shape this
poem

sculpting patiently
watching as the
stone
becomes flesh

takes form
not as aesthetic
as I was
hoping in

my role
as artist

absolute fit
to my
life

as man