CLOUD MOMENT

Tags

good v evil, light v dark, poem, poetry, sunset, weather

CLOUD MOMENT

the clouds
gray, black hanging low
portending something
faces writhing within
those slabs of storm
hanging so low
the ground almost touching

and me
asking quietly as
the Sun is setting
for some contending sign
some slight
suggestion
of the power of light

and then they appear
tentative and unclear
yet
unmistakable

five broad rays like the
outspread fingers
of a divine hand

and then the
wind stepped in

took that black gray cloud
tombstone out further West
slowly, slowly

that dead weight
on my soul beginning
to disappear

light and dark
threatening to contend
and yet
perfectly balancing

the drama of their being
inescapable it seems

LIGHTNING

Tags

Creativity, good v evil, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, power, spiritual, writing

LIGHTNING

sometimes I
miss the
evil of lightning

searing through
splitting my body
in two

tell myself
how good that wild
chaotic electricity
would be
for poetry

put me in touch with
forces darkly cosmic
truly primeval

but then I
see you
in your politics

and think to myself,
perhaps it’s best
to stay human
ramble on the page
sweetly, consequentially,

cling to
the old Platonic stuff

the true
and the good

INFINITE

Tags

darkness, Light, poem, poetry

INFINITE

time of darkness
time of light

time of
darkness

time
of light

light
darkness

darkness
darkness

someone jammed
the oscillation mechanism

and now —
who could have guessed?

the darkness has
grown infinite

TROLL

Tags

monster, poem, poetry, possession, psychoanalytical, psychological, psychopath, Shadow, sociopath

TROLL

you do not speak

it is
a person

sad little person
inside you
that speaks

but
doesn’t
look like
a person

but like
a movie
projector

one that
casts a dark light
turns everything
into shadow

every character
that steps
into frame

a monster
that must be
destroyed

before
it kills

BAD SONNET

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identity, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, Reader, Shakespeare, Sonnet

BAD SONNET

my poems prefer not
to be reasonable

would rather sidle up to the reader
face full of tolchok droog horror show Alex swagger
and these would be
the most elliptical, erudite
and ironic

no reader, you get the author you deserve
it’s a sort of sado-masochism thing

fourteen lines of criss-cross
rhyme
until couplet of
final Petrarchan line I believe I do
have you to exploit, in serious bondage

GIST

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balance, binary, Chaos, good v evil, katana, poem, poetry, power, Reader, samurai, Sexual, woman

GIST

I came
to midnight in
you

under satin sheets
black and stupendous

outside demons and samurai
were locked in battle
never – ending conflict
between
chaos and
control

neverending, where the
best victory to be hoped for
being
temporary balance

and under those sheets
much intricate balance
cut and thrust
too

but not
claw versus katana
fang versus naginata

which I presume
you have gathered
having caught
the gist of
what this
poem is about

KITCHEN

Tags

good v evil, hologram, poem, poetry

KITCHEN

a hologram
of good
hologram
of evil

however you
slice it, dice it
cut
its throat

in the kitchen
it all

just boils
down to
a hologram

ANNULMENT

Tags

dark, death, Life, Light, Metaphysical, poem, poetry

ANNULMENT

death be
not divorce

be more
annulment

of all
you ever were

but wait, the air
so cold

cold as the bleakest
darkest spot of
the Universe

sub-zero breath of
your new lover your
new true partner

finally, yes,
the perfect ice
of this embrace

it gets to last
for all eternity
(there
foreshadowed

in every word
dark muse

of life itself, all
its poetry)

DOWN TO

Tags

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

BITS

Tags

Alien, cannibalism, Desire, Humanity, hunger, identity, loneliness, love, poem, poetry, science fiction, transformation, Twist in the tail, Universe, woman

BITS

So long on
the planet

have begun to

think
like the planet

look
like the planet

mountains of alien
thrusting up
through my
flesh as
new landscape
takes place

which brings me to
my humanity, species
that needs company

and thought of
my hunger, my loneliness

whether I need partner
for love or
just
to
chop into bits.