LET’S TAKE

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poem, poetry

LET’S TAKE

let’s take some
real poetic licence
fast forward
this poem to
the moment
of the poet’s death

forgetting Barthes’ dictum
that the poet was always
dead already, was
in that
deconstruction zone
between virus
and zombie

let us assume we will be getting
real rosebud lulu of a revelation
as last word
the whole snow globe of
the poem Potemkinning
down the stairs and
smashing like
a metaphor of fragility

or exploding as final
seppuku hand grenade

no stuck for
something to say

black cat of enigma, feline
goddess of open-endings
got his tongue

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JUST ANOTHER DARK LOVE POEM

JUST ANOTHER
DARK LOVE POEM

I loved you
died

you
forgot me

we can
hinge a
future tense
on that one

except
you forgot me

long before
the Universe did
what it does best:
recycled, re-
claimed me

my nothingness
a zero in
the number in
the mathematics
of infinity

for which
you need
great,
great wisdom

or love, deep love
to truly embrace.

R.K.

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poem, poetry

R.K.

sorry for my
depression

my need
to be loved cutting me off
from my dearest friends

fear of loneliness perpetuating aloneness
staring at cold blank walls
no echo there
of a
human voice

and now I sense
it is (for me) a
time of ending

my body tiring as the darkness
nibbles, then ravenously consumes

with my last word, last breath
let me shout out to you

even though
you are so far
you will never hear

QUAY POEM

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poem, poetry, Water power astrological

QUAY POEM

came across a fish
flapping on the quay
so I took
my knife and
gutted it

looking for
the spark of life
finding nothing
but death, of
course, death

and so shamed-samurai style
I gutted myself
looking for the death
(written in my code as
obvious text)
that the
paradox be reversed and it be
life I find

not that the blood and bone
and muscle and intestine
I cut through, which
did pop out,

be life
unless, unless —
how many times can you
say “unless”

those two
dead creatures of the quay
presumably having something,
sharing something

you might wish to comment on;
feel free to express

POEM IN PREPARATION

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poem, poetry

POEM IN PREPARATION

I know this coldness
it is getting me prepared

for that total white-out
of a place
makes Antarctica seem
like a tropical paradise

and here it comes
whilst your lives, such as
they are, such as those
with power
and privilege will allow
go on
your children’s too

here it come
the absolute zero in my bone
(unlike with Emily
no zig-
zagging vital viper
death to stare down)

my words nothing

and with a kiss
at least

the embrace of
the stuff, if stuff it is,
of final
nothingness

thing
most shared.

SYLVIA

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poem, poetry, power

SYLVIA

there is no
literary irony
that life
cannot outdo

what did you think?
what did you believe?
(the questions that
haunt like
icy winds
in your head)

did you imagine
your poems would speak for you
come to your recuse
drown out
those dark voices?

My dear, you know,
as do I, that
they come from
the same place

no readers are here now
to offer praise or
share suffering

there is only
the despair, a world gone cold
as a winter crematorium
closed temporarily
for peace

Oh the lightning
of those people, their
sure male-lion faith
in conquest, in sexual prowess

but now you burrow to where
the gas hisses, asphyxiating,

none of the power of
those vital animals, powerful
brutal, beautiful

we all know
the poem

SYMPHONY

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poem, poetry, Universe

SYMPHONY

I was
birth that
happened

time
showing up
to press the
countdown

beginning and
ending close
to synonym
as the
verb to be

I am
that thing that
the Universe created
to mock the
scale of
the galaxies

my moment not
even a note (not
even pain
of first
breath) in
this great and self-
convinced cosmic symphony.

BUKOWSKI BEFORE BREAKFAST

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poem, poetry

BUKOWSKI
BEFORE
BREAKFAST

wrap me
in silver paper

I always loved
silver paper

wrap me
in silver paper

like I’m
made of
chocolate

as if I
were
a cigarette

don’t jam me in
a tin like
I’m a sardine
or an
illegal immigrant

humour me here
life is short and
I’ll soon be (we
will all
be) ash

OCEAN HOMONYM

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poem, poetry, Universe, Water power astrological

OCEAN HOMONYM

the ocean called me
stalked me

stretched its tentacles out
to take me into
protective custody

but there
in the centre of
its swirling currents
focal point of
its narrowing cross hairs

a fleet of black triangles
stylistically circling

as if
death to get the drama
pull some conflict
was throwing a bone
looking for
a hook, a line, a
full feature angle

was going all impresario
full tuxedo impeccably tailored
wonderfully cut
to show
how formal we can be
how Modigliani mathematical

but as
for the obvious
Bergman cliche of
that black suit

nothing never so ever black
as deep midnight sea

MAMBA

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poem, poetry

MAMBA

you a cross
between
a vacuum cleaner
and streak of
lightning

you are
the distillation
of death

they should give
you honorary doctorates
in chemistry and
pharmacology

and when
the grey coffin lid
opens and you
look down
deep into
that throat of
black velvet

the Creator of the Universe
is having himself
a very
soft, dark laugh