BUT ME

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Desire, female, Muse, poem, poetry

BUT ME

my Muse is feeling
a bit tardy
and yet
nevertheless
whimsical

she asks for a
cone with cherry
under snow freeze
high as Everest

sends a
chill
down my spine

in the market for, wants, needs,
everything from me
but me

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THE SEA MISSES ME

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Desire, Mami Wata, mermaid, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea

THE SEA MISSES ME

the sea misses me

how the sea
is missing me!

(fleck of uncertainty
in my voice here)

so I write to the ocean
to say I am coming
writing waves and waves of words
watching them break as you
rise like a sprite, a nereid, like
Mami Wata
dark and naked except

for your snakes
would I could shape-shift
into one of your snakes

for the
sea misses me

how the sea
misses me

now you can see
why it should be
that the sea misses me

there before your eyes
as clear as day

ON METHODOLOGY

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erotic, Ocean, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, research, sea, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

ON METHODOLOGY

She is staring out to sea
across the Indian today
tomorrow (will be)
across the Atlantic

and I am writing
a philosophical dissertation
on her body

not writing yet,
so much to write
squeeze into
that space

and so
whilst she stares across the ocean
taking in its majesty
I begin my field work
taking an
exploratory approach.

SIREN

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erotic, female, love, Mirror, mythology, narcissism, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, sexual symbolism, Siren

SIREN

The Siren
did not
eat me

just plucked me
off my ship
changed my heading
position velocity

trapped me
in her glade of
deadly, beautiful mirrors

where I wandered
hungering for
her image
starved of her touch.

INDIGO TOO

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arrogance, blue, Creativity, Ending, god king, Humanity, loss, male, narcissism, Narrative, Patriarchy, poem, poetry, power, satire, Sexual, sexual symbolism, writing

INDIGO TOO

blue sky
so blue
every vein in
my brain bursts

until the Universe
is like shot with a
red filter is
like Doppler receding

my hair
my life
red shifting out
of nowhere

and I do love
spontaneous combustion
creation
ex nihilo
(my ex is
a nihilist
after me
she became a nihilist)

but deus ex machina that
almost my logical
definition not
my true love

the idea that the Universe
(slime-ball it sometimes is)
should contrive to
send down a chariot
teleport, use the
Led Zeppelin escalator

to save some golden god-Emperor
whose life is all
about

reflecting the light

save him from crude
poetic justice, rewrite
his history airbrushing all flaws

this after caught flagrante delicto
in act of
swearing my
true love into
absolute self-slavery and
sexual submission

until she is but a discarded, blissful shell
of a character,
item of convenience

sacrifice most divine
(echo with me
always: her last delicious
licking of lips)

blue sky then
lots of cool blues to choose from
ice to cerulean
turquoise, indigo too

MENISCUS

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Desire, image, Lacan, poem, poetry, Reality?

MENISCUS

was in a mirror
mirroring myself and
you failed to reach me

could not touch me
(something to do
with the distance between
original and
likeness, author
and character)

your lips pressed up against the glass
(me thinking the kiss was for me
but it
was
aimed at my reflection)

how is it to be kissed?
to feel a kiss?

I asked this but
thing in the mirror had no answer

IN SIN

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erotic, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, woman, wordplay

IN SIN

He was half awake the whole night
never fully asleep

wrestling with words, the right words
the wrong words, the good words, the bad words

words to put into the mouths of his
desires and his demons
and his angel suddenly
transformed, unrecognizable
different
her nails taking his skin, mouth

drinking his sweat, vampire-like in
being so suddenly
possessed by a
taste for everything inside, behind,
beneath those words
for every drop of his blood

and those eyes wild suddenly
like some kind of
shapeshifting animal

but at the heart of it all
conductor and queen of
this dark symphony
this epic revelation of
the flesh

she herself
transformed into
magician of
transformation, of the alchemy of
skin and
what lies within

of faster-
than light travel and Saint levitation

of tearing away dead words that mask
the veil of reality
until we find
the soul’s true revelation beyond
beauty, beyond sin.

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance

SAW YOU

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love, metaphysical conceit, poem, poetry, writing

SAW YOU

I saw you:
wrote a thousand poems

heard your voice:
wrote a thousand more

wrote until
no more trees

not
a sheet of paper

something so
careless and selfish
in what these
words
must say

would wish
to explore .

MIND’S EYE

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Desire, film, love, poem, poetry, video

MIND’S EYE

my mind’s eye
moves around your tiny room
like an IMAX camera

taking in every
Psycho jump shot
every Goodfellas tracking

desperate to learn from the room
its table, its chairs, its
bed (above all)
its every nook and cranny

with your consent (of course)
even under your direction

as with those hand-held but
steadicam tours you have given me
via your
tiny phone

per those
dream-scene video calls