GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION

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Desire, physics, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Sexual, wordplay

GRAVITY OF
THE SITUATION

what warping gravity
blessed you
with such curvature?

and yet
it is all
so relative

limited by the
flow of
desire

rippling through the channel
of space-time itself

bringing home to
me
needle rising
counter counting

the gravity
of the situation

COLD TURKEY

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drug, infatuation, love, poem, poetry

COLD TURKEY

hate the very thought
of going cold turkey

deleting all my links
refusing all your calls

no longer letting you
inspire the worst inclinations
of my erotic
imagination
(how negatively,
censoriously,
the world would react
to the
unbelievable
reality!)

hate the very thought
of losing the
intoxication of
your voice

seeing you
at a distance

knowing how
hopeless my addiction

how truly
terrible
the cure

SHE

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Ocean, poem, poetry, power, sea, sexual symbolism, woman orgasm, wordplay

SHE

she thought
she had become the ocean

felt that she had
received mastery of the heavens

as the goddess of rain
the sky streamed
with life-giving
droplets

so powerful
this conviction

in the rapture of
her joy

no mere male mortal
like you or I

might tell
her otherwise

AT THE DEVIL’S DISCO

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Devil, poem, poetry, satire

AT THE DEVIL’S DISCO

was at
the Devil’s disco

everyone there
wanting to fellate
the DJ

and here I am
unspeakable, untouchable,
a creature of lack
surmising the presence
of a lover

thinking in this place
of total, absolute fake connection,
eternal need
there must be the
odd yearning, yawning
gaping chasm
of a self

came here driven
by desire to be filled

BETTER PLACE

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Beauty, Ending, erotic, innuendo, Life, loss, love, Metaphysical, mythology, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, transformation, Water, Water power astrological, woman, wordplay

BETTER PLACE
(for Francesca)

the Saint you were named after
loved little animals

they would lead him
to their little homes
invite him
to explore
their tiny burrows

it was Eden in my bedroom
and like our beautiful first parents
we failed to realize it

both of us born under that
divided, contrary, most transcendent
sign of the fish

it was
always like
when we got naked

deep ocean water filled the room
which, as we no longer
breathed air, only breathed
and devoured each other,
was no bother

we were swimming toward a mirage
swimming together towards
promise of something perfect
something infinitely better

when our vessel foundered
found itself
between Scylla and
Charybdis

between a
rock and
a hard place

and we
let the self-
contained fantasy slip away

lost our
special sea identities

left that deep
deep
special, sensual garden

for some supposed, half-
promised, presumed better place

SLEEK CREATURE

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Beauty, Desire, poem, poetry

SLEEK CREATURE

a sleek shy creature
sidled into my office

spoke sparingly
yet with such laser focus
was scared she would
set fire to
and I would burn
with all my papers

still sadness however
(unless secret happiness and
ecstasy she keeping
tight under
her vest, close
to her chest)

I drool at the thought
that we find a place
where
truth or
dare
we do not care
if legion upon legion
of intimate, impertinent
questions

and in a flash (mercurial her
star and
therefore her nature)

she is gone
both of her, she and her
astral, silver messenger twin,
two
in one

and
I am back to
rewind and reset

first page of my
compendium of signs
thesaurus of code and
its interpretation

of the
innocuous, purely Socratic
methodical sign

there being
no subtext here of
a sexual kind

absolutely no such
linguistic subtext to
take into reckoning

SCHOOLED

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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

AFFAIR

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Desire, Language, love, poem, poetry, writing

AFFAIR

we wrote a
poem together

you wrote
the consonants
I wrote
the vowels

every syllable
we slipped, crashed
spliced, joined, welded

enacted the
entire physical history
of the affair

RADIO GIRL

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communication, Desire, love, media, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, radio

RADIO GIRL

Oh radio
girl

I’m falling for
you deeply, the
love slide
steeper than
an
Apache tepee

my mind whirling
as if my head was
hovering above my
body like
a flying saucer

the sounds we
are making in the darkness
(our places of
binary opposition
demanding to be
taken
to each other’s
leader)
what a play that would be
if you guys could catch it

pull it
out the airwaves

so quaint, so squint,
so cockeyed this desire
(whose biggest, braggiest
connotation is love)

that when I tattooed your name
all over my body, the letters cursive
wrapping
around each other like snakes

I realized
that I had spelt you wrongly-spelt
name correctly thus
compounding the error

lucky you came
with oil and perfume
track changed me

gave me
in depth edit, the
whole caboodle

after which, naturally, time out mandatory
for a commercial break.

AIDA

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Artificial intelligence, Humanity, identity, philosophical, poem, poetry, science fiction, sexual symbolism, wordplay

AIDA

you came with
a manual on
how to
assemble and
disassemble
without losing any
special bits

how to teach
how to
cherish

how to
get you
through
the Turing test

and what to
read, study, imbibe
to try
and bring myself
up to
your level

and what in
the art of
how you
biomechanically
put together

to try until
only
metaphorically speaking

you blow
fuse
after fuse