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.

DETAIL

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Devil, poem, poetry, writing

DETAIL

Devil
him

keeping me
entangled in the detail
somehow don’t
care for
my poetry

(so much better than
the shiny shit
he dishes out

as his own)

ON THE WALL

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books, Censorship, Devil, library, meaning, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, reading, value

ON THE WALL

was writing
on the wall

when
my pen broke
and the wall
fell down

so the Devil
took me
to his library

gave me
a conducted tour
the floor covered
in pamphlets and
broadsheets of
pain and
hate

the books: more, far more
than I could count
each one
devoid of
context, just
empty text

which was, as
he assured me
how it should be

was
writing on
the wall

think
I’ll rub it out
and start afresh

D IN YOUR NAME

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demon, Destruction, Devil, poem, poetry

D IN YOUR NAME

aliens were
descending from the sky

just in time
to conquer and
plunder before
asteroid strike meant
extinction level event

and here am I
stuck in isolation thanks
to killer virus
trying to
open a tin
of survival

but the opener
broke: again
technology fails me

and no sense
shouting out to
the world for
emergency assistance

for who knows
who will pitch and
what their
motivations

whether it be
friend or foe or
grand controller
people who
seem like
you are I
but are
genetically cloned
things of
artificial intelligence

(never a
blade runner around
when you
truly need one
or
alternate history you
can
high castle slip or
slide
theoretically
escape into)

and you look
at me complaining
with stare of disdain
saying:
“Oh, this is rich
these nightmare images
you are
spewing forth freely

it’s your imagination
brought us to
this place

your snake-like conceptual slithering
having us
bite into this
fruit

the D in your
name

for demon and devil
disaster and dystopia

INSIDE

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Angel, demon, Manichean, poem, poetry

INSIDE

was working like a demon
forging chains to tether, hold and bind

but then you
told me
they would work
for connection

I almost died
feeling the horrible
power of
the angel
inside

TAP

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arms, Devil, Hell, military, poem, poetry, satire, weapons

TAP

Milton said it:
enough forges in
the fires of Hell

enough military intellect
down in its bowels

enough weapons (range
and close-quarters) to
do
infinite damage

hard not to
become deranged when
the beauty of death
so absolutely
on tap.

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

IN THE DETAIL

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Devil, Humanity, irony, poem, poetry, satire

IN THE DETAIL

wrote
“The Devil
is the
Devil”

and you phoned me up
in the middle
of the night

terrified of possible slander,
hellish libel litigation

so I had to
retract to appease
the faithfully religious some of
whom quite unconsciously
his followers

wrote
“The Devil might
be the victim of
instances where
he finds
himself
the Devil

but this, quite obviously,
in some alternate universe
we need
not worry about”