DEMON

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identity, mythology, Ocean, poem, poetry, power, sea, transformation, Water

DEMON

spent some time
amongst the water demons
learning the tricks
of their trade

the sea serpents
thronged around me
my acquaintance
pleased to
be made

and from the surface
of the ocean
I looked back
to the shore

wondering of all the fantastic
tales of the great mariners
I had heard
whose
perspective seemed
so limited, sad

before I submerged
to be seen
no more

SALTY

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Devil, evangelical, hypocrisy, poem, poetry, satire

SALTY

spilt
some salt

which, though
purely by
accident, gave me
the loved
longed-for pretext

to do the Devil dirty
bring the archdemon down
or if not
destroying utterly in
state
of rapture

at least to let that
bastard’s
eyes sting

for who told him, asked him,
to stand
so close behind me
ferret inside me

try to subvert
all my irreproachable good?

for
no one
in this wide world
is as
evangelical as I am
in pursuit of the good
that is
the destruction
of evil

taking it to
the Devil

who is
just
everywhere

DEVIL IT WAS

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blues, crossroads, Devil, poem, poetry, Robert Johnson

DEVIL IT WAS

The Devil dumped me
at the crossroads

left me
all alone
struggling
to write this song

we had bickered for hours
haggled over prices, no
deal struck, no
transformation

the root of the problem: failure
to agree
how much guitar brilliance and
a night with you
are worth
(choose you anytime
over a million groupies)

and so
I’m here, song
going nowhere,
wondering
how hard it’s going
to be
to become
rock-demigod,
Stratocaster maestro,

need to
get up
shake the dust off
count my blessings

Devil it was
who kicked me to the kerb.

STAGED

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Fall, mythology, Narrative, poem, poetry, serpent, Story, writing

STAGED

what use is light if it
remains stuck
bouncing inside
a mirror?

serpent asked a regular angel
to ask Lucifer

for serpent saw
a gap, was angling for
that Archangel’s fall

for the true comedy
of this tragedy
lay in ulterior motive

snake dreaming of his body become writing
his story to be told forever
in every book
on every stage

THE WORLD WE LOVE SO DEAR

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good v evil, Humanity, Milton, Paradise Lost, poem, poetry, Satan

THE WORLD WE LOVE SO DEAR

I interviewed Satan
after his terrible fall

had him read, in person,
his lines in Milton’s poem

discussed the possibility
of a regular slot
on my syndicated chat show

no one better
to talk about
what up
for grabs, what
there for the taking

with the fall from grace
of our entire race
no
one
with better inside track
on the systems of power
that bedevil
every last human hope
in the world we love so dear

ANOTHER COUNTRY

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Christian, Cpuntry Music, Devil, Mick Jagger, poem, poetry, satire, Sympathy for the Devil, The Rolling Stones

ANOTHER COUNTRY

Jagger surmised the Devil
a man
of wealth and taste

polite in
introducing himself

finger in
every bad bad pie
source
of every wrong

how to
respond

when rock’s
another country

rock’s a
different paradigm

and selfsame Jagger
singing a song to put
you to shame

your faith in the Book
and a good shotgun blast

enough for
any evil

anything wanting
to change anything

CAMBRIDGE ANALYTICA

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BREXIT, Britain, British, Milton, numbers, Paradise Lost, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Satan, satire

CAMBRIDGE ANALYTICA

tell Dominic and his minions
the world does
not compute
he can
number crunch until
the cows
get artificial intelligence
build their own home
or simply (put simpleton)
until he glows
bright red
in his purple-green face

Cambridge Analytica
will never
have power
absolute power
of the human race

that power is reserved for
another Cambridge creation
whose slaves
sadly you are
for total determination

our lady of Christ’s
took
all his measurements
gave him
the lineaments
he did need

to make you
soldiers in his war of vast
and total resistance

better to perish
in the eternal war against the elite
than
subservience on one
lily-white knee

UPON DELIVERY

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angels, Devils, Evil, good, love, poem, poetry

UPON DELIVERY

delivering (me) from
evil, such a bitch,
who would have thought it?
determined, desperate, the angels
and devils
thrown into confusion by
my poems
the morality of which
all over the place

and then the spirituality
the dude so much-deceived
into thinking
God really likes him
since that moment
at the bottom of
the swimming pool so
much to and fro

and now I sense these lines
being read as I write them
(long before I wrote them)

the
switches so
fast and furious
between thunder and bright sun
between
anger and
pleasure

but, still, the critic’s eye
and respect for every little
feeble
attempt to emulate
gloriously create

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arrogance, Devil, female, male, maxi, narcissism, poem, poetry, power, pride, woman

DEVIL LOVER

I second guess myself
too much when
it comes to love-making

lack that Devil-may-care confidence
of your true devil lover

the ones
in whose arms you melt
(how can
you not in
the embrace of
such
naked narcissism ?)

whose
confidence
runs
riot
is absolute
to the point
in these matters

who free your soul, left it up high,
take it to the edge of the galaxy
then
let it fall
roller-coast backwards
fall into
renewed gravity
crushed at the edge
of some sexual singularity
hoping
to be renewed, resurrected,
redeemed again

as you life spins
like a roulette wheel
from fulfilled to
empty from
ecstasy to deprival

Oh
would I had that force
I embodied it entirely

would that strength might
shape me
leave me its
huge power

to be callous, to conquer
move away
be
true devil, demon lover
not
discarded creature

moving in painful certainty
absolutely
the other way

having failed
in the devil stakes
time
and time again

TINY

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atom, Devil, humility, Nuclear, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, re ansformation, wordplay

TINY

I was meditating on
the glory of all
things minute, all
things small

yes, even
in this time
of virus

prayed
that I might
be humbled

be reduced in size
down to the
size of a
honey bee

perhaps
smaller still

beating my
wings so
tiny, tiny
until
you
get
my rhythm
hear
my gist

wings as
far as can be
from those huge
dragon wings that
battle to carry
your mighty armour,
your weapons of
gold your
jeweled body

in the name of
power, victory and pride

for
if power
is what you are after
I can do even smaller
so small
you cannot see me
even know
that I am there

until
with the horror
of absolute fire, Sun-like
I do manifest

that tiny piece of
terrible majesty
was conferred

thing I keep
well locked up inside.