CREATURE

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apocalyptic, Censorship, Creativity, Frankenstein monster, Humanity, identity, mass politics, mob, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, power, psychological

CREATURE

I am a creature
of rhythm
and rhyme
no longer
fit into
your paradigm
which has shifted,
turned
from Sun to
Moon
from place
of fire to
dark, cold crater
(on side that
never sees
the Earth)

and worse,
I suspect my difference
means you
must kill if
you catch me

and so, already running but
will you hunt me?
I look for torches but
of course there are
none

that you
no longer see, are
stumbling in darkness
does not mean
you are not coming

your true meaning
always in form of
mob or
possee

herein alone your
sense of certainty

as I
leave words to
hide
and reveal my trail

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DELICIOUS

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death, fish, Global warming, horoscope, Humanity, meaning, mythology, Nazi, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmddern, poverty, power, Reader, satire, sea, simulation, South Africa, spiritual, Universe, Water, Water power astrological, wordplay, writing

DELICIOUS
(at Ocean Basket, 6/6/2019)

depression
recession
world heading back
to the 30s

I eat my designer
fish and chips whilst
the world goes crazy
channeling inner fascist
like some
scab on the planet

it’s my day for reading
birth charts and
you are all
Scorpio Capricorn Scorpio

so deep water sign and
high mountain goat we go
whilst the Universe
simulates whim, cons as
if capricious

so much to write about but
the pen seems hardly willing, battling
undertow, inertia
up in the clouds you
know it
is death zone but
the age pulls this trick
that there
is no spiritual narrative
may not be
a summit

one falls into space when
opening up to expectation

see: the pen
has written something

and the fish
is delicious

EVERY STEP

Tags

death, Decay, Ending, loss, philosophical, poem, poetry

EVERY STEP

every step
painful
like wearing
lead diving
or special anti-
zero gravity
magnetic boots

or climbing up
an ice ladder
to the
summit of
Everest

or descending down
a rockface on K2
on both mountains
deep into
the death zone

lack of oxygen
crippling my body
starving my brain
frost-bite nibbling away
at fingers, toes
other extremities

not that
I will ever need them
life declining at
this exponential rate

THE BIG LIE

Tags

Big Bang, Creation, Creativity, entropy, expansion, poem, poetry, stagnation, Universe

THE BIG LIE

you told us
there was Big Bang
we can microwave
some oats
and see

but no sense of ever-
expanding
self-transcending

just floating in a perpetual
Sargasso Sea

TIME TO SLEEP

Tags

death, Ending, entropy, poem, poetry, Sleep, thermodynamics, thermonuclear, time

need time to sleep
time to count
sheep

tot up every moment
of loved absence
on a calculator
or abacus

string them together
stretch each out until
they almost
total forever

beyond
the point in history
where we
say goodbye
to history

the bombs fall, we burn,
perfect algorithm, brilliant machine

prelude to nothing
but the great heat death
all of creation
unwinding in terms of
the principle of lowest common,
death denominator of third
thermodynamic law

so let me
sleep until
sleep is no
longer and issue

nothing
is an issue

no sleep
being forever
unfortunately

FIT

Tags

Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit

DARKNESS APPERTAINS

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poem, poetry, Universe

DARKNESS APPERTAINS

darkness appertains
it is still stapled
to the very first page
hitching a ride on
Einstein’s light-beam
to the first “let be”

letting not a single
black hole singularity
deflect that
trajectory
to infinity

and so
snake-like but
not quite it
punctuates the rest

adding the slithery vital
subtext

without which
no sense

QUITE

Tags

poem, poetry

QUITE

“I haven’t quite let him die.”
Charles Bukowski “Bluebird”

sometimes the light is so sharp
you can run your finger along the edge

I have longed for that light
across my wrist, testing my jugular

sometimes I fear poetry
is just a synonym for emptiness

maybe it
was always so

Shakespeare staring at a blank page
and then that sharp light in
a mirror, in a prism

we watch
still mesmerized, will never
forget those words

Shakespeare now the three-legged
creature in the Sphinx’s riddle
walking across
the barren, empty stage
in the wings

a crown, a lute, a sword:
some old props inadvertently left lying

ROLL

Tags

poem, poetry, power

ROLL

I did not know
countries could become
unhinged

their doors could
fall off, they shed
their wings in
some weird reverse
evolution, better
try devolution, revolution

for the speech is slurred, the
eyes — the eyes — they

are on a roll
on a roll

swimming in
the Kool Aid

so much lucre to
ship to the bank as
the sky
goes god-
acid

splits
in two
the stars
go fireball

the stripes
break
in two.

SQUARE ROOT

Tags

poem, poetry, science fiction, Universe

SQUARE ROOT

in the shadows
no one sees me

they have to
second guess

and the monsters
if they scream when I
write their bloody end

no one hears them
in space

no one can hear
your horror cliches

let the cell do its thing
split, divorce,
contest
best space

to do what best
biological beings speak
of being fruitful, multiplying

and what
is monster
but the Universe, Nature
at its most
feminine (you say), at
its come-check-it-out-yourself-Job
most creative

monster devouring
monster
ad infinitum
(give or take a
square root
or two)

this is the picture, my mosaic at best
constantly changing, amending itself

asking, demanding
you

second guess