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

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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.

DELICIOUS

Tags

death, fish, Global warming, horoscope, Humanity, meaning, mythology, Nazi, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmddern, poverty, power, Reader, satire, sea, simulation, South Africa, spiritual, Universe, Water, Water power astrological, wordplay, writing

DELICIOUS
(at Ocean Basket, 6/6/2019)

depression
recession
world heading back
to the 30s

I eat my designer
fish and chips whilst
the world goes crazy
channeling inner fascist
like some
scab on the planet

it’s my day for reading
birth charts and
you are all
Scorpio Capricorn Scorpio

so deep water sign and
high mountain goat we go
whilst the Universe
simulates whim, cons as
if capricious

so much to write about but
the pen seems hardly willing, battling
undertow, inertia
up in the clouds you
know it
is death zone but
the age pulls this trick
that there
is no spiritual narrative
may not be
a summit

one falls into space when
opening up to expectation

see: the pen
has written something

and the fish
is delicious

SLAP DASH

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Christ, dark, death, Evil, Horror, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, The Fall, weapons

SLAP DASH

nothing to
see here

certainly not
these nails

very nails
that stapled Christ
to the Cross

and these are the rods
we let fall from space
spears of tungsten
that can
take out a city

(what can God do
against human
weapons?)

see
how it looks
from here

from pock-marked surface
of looney-tunes in June

(need rhyming slang
to follow these terrible trajectories)

stretching ourselves to
the verbal

to
the conceptual limit

we follow the paths
up
down
and around

we are
forced to take

(nothing to see here
move away
it all
so
slap dash
tiger-striped police tape telling
us it must be a crime scene)

ALIENS

Tags

Alien, aliens, dark, Evil, good, Humanity, Light, philosophical, poem, poetry, satire

ALIENS

invasion, colonization,
tutelage

there are only
two kinds of aliens
in the Universe
out in
our galaxy

those which
blaze like stars
mirroring our light

those that mirror
our darkness
our
pitch black
night

we the
very worst
I’d all these aliens

in whose deepest space
these
forever fight

WHEN

Tags

child v adult, Crucifixion, dark v light, good v evil, Jesus, poem, poetry

WHEN

When you were a child
you were puzzled at the Crucifixion
I mean: golden, god-child Jesus
in the manger, who could
possibly wish him harm?

this, doubtless, you raised
with your parents, who,
having their own crosses
to carry
stuttered and stammered

at around which time you
noticed they cast shadows

as dark and as deep
as those
under the bed
(to which they would obviously
always be pointing

those tiny demons of Herod humanity
growing, quite naturally, in
the dark doubt spaces
left after the Passion

clinging to the light
as you negotiate them).

WHERE TORRANCE STANDS

Tags

dark, Horror, poem, poetry, stephen king

WHERE TORRANCE STANDS

I hate that
he is the
King of Evil

that he knows
it backwards, has
written its
every book

no monster is there
where he did
not think it
first with every shock
every
hideous scare,
knows all
those plots, every
narrative trope

and yet he is
the soul of charm
on stage, essence of
best in America

not mincing his words as
the
story mutates, accepts
a dark fate

is steered into dark, dark waters

left to
work out its worst devices
find the truth (returned)
of that forbidden land
(quicksand of self
where Torrance stands).

MEDUSA

Tags

darkness, Evil, mythology, poem, poetry, primal

MEDUSA

Medusa is metaphor for
looking into that dark place

opening that ancient, forbidding door,
peering deep into that black chthonic space
from which the mind
cannot, dare not return
unless it bring something back
to tear the species, destroy
the human race

something peering
through eyes of stone

thing designed
for last embrace,
as is written in lost
first text

which speaks (by virtue of
most secret, primal law)
of absolute
necessity of return.