AT ALL

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Humanity, identity, meaning, Narrative, philosophical, poem, poetry, Universe

AT ALL

“And would suffice.”
Robert Frost

The Universe has
a sloppy ending

I see it is written
into the script.

Tried to
make sense of it
but it is above
my pay-grade
beyond my
rationality level

not that
have not tried
to change it
not that I
did not try
to change it
burning through
an electrical element
creating
a tiny star, if
only in
heat and
incandescence

but this aside
there is no positive spin
to this cosmic tale
which
has no story really

somehow in
the bleakness of the firmament
its billions of light years
we are
doomed to beat ourselves up
again
and again
hoping for narrative structure,
presuming hero’s journey

these great
archetypes of mind
don’t cut the ice
won’t cut it at all.

THE PROBLEM OF EVIL

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entropy, Evil, poem, poetry, wordplay

THE PROBLEM
OF EVIL

I was planning
the perfect poem
on the problem
of evil

but it began to
degenerate even
after the first word

chaos came:
page and poem
got eaten
by weevils

to forestall
me ending up
writing

the perfect poem
for the problem of weevils

which slip-slide
is the way that poems
usually go.

ENDGAME

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apocalyptic, Consciousness, Creativity, death, Ending, Fire, Humanity, identity, loss, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, mythology, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, relativity, science fiction, spiritual, thermonuclear, time, transformation, Twist in the tail, Universe

ENDGAME

at the end
we will be a fable
part of the mystery

that butterfly
that sent out a tiny
wing-wave
minuscule shift
in the cosmos
fleeting disturbance
in the force (it was)

will they know
how we laboured to learn
to find, explore
what frustrations
and what failures?

our planet filled with
electrical light — a beacon
in the galaxy, so
we thought
so we believed
until
it burned

and our mystics, surely they
of our race in some sense abide,
in some way
survive?

who saw this domed night sky as
if the speckled inside of an egg

waiting for the key
the code, the word to
crack it open

shatter that shell into a billion
star-pieces
stick your fingers (sexual
metaphor) into
the fire of
a star, Vega blue or
bright Sol yellow

then at last
for one brief moment
we can
be at the centre
of everything

until the tyranny of day night day
night
of absolute light dark binary
re-establish and restore

Oh the raw fusion energy of
Helium fire
secret to all

in this cold cold Universe
that knows desire

GRIZZLED

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Alien, communication, Humanity, media, old age, poem, Poet, poetry, satire

GRIZZLED

too grizzled
now
for my
own good

getting too
grizzled to write
for who, in
their right mind

is going
to read me

as I bumble along
in pedantic pentameter?

need to go
hibernate

find a cave (not THAT cave)
shut up shop

cave
need to
have

plumbing and
bay window, satellite
and cable TV
where
24/7 can
tune in to
your dream narratives
the sum of
your fictions

beamed
out to me
and out to the stars
out into deep space
(deep state?) whatever
that
could be

images trusted to
ambassador us, tell
aliens our all

tell
just how
fragile we are, how
alone really are

and blind
to all around us, to
the light years
between what
we are
and might be

MICROWAVE

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dramatic, erotic, Fire, love, poem, poetry, power, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

MICROWAVE

you are
magnesium flare

are
cast-iron pot
in a microwave

nitroglycerin
tires
on a
747

you are so anti- anti-oxidant
things corrode just looking at you
so anti
your whole molecular structure
must be solidly oppositional

your system breeds confrontation
with every Sting-Police breath you take

and when you
speak

that’s when we know where
the Big Bang went
nothing
residual about
your
radiation

ray gamma, ultraviolet, certificate XXX —
you just dish and dole them out

and speak of
explosive
you the
banned neutron bomb
cobalt-coated

question:
did the dude who
made Blake’s Tyger
shift
the symmetry
a little

question: given the half life of
uranium, plutonium, californium, plutonium

how did I manage
to stay so long
(stirring that
fission fusion
reactor inside you)?

GOOD MORNING

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apocalyptic, Britain, British, Chaos, data, Ending, Fascism, Humanity, identity, Language, meaning, media, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, power, Reader, satire, transformation, Truth, value, wordplay, writing

GOOD MORNING

I wanted to say
“good morning”
but the words
would not
come

and what use
are words anyway now
because this is
the world of
data, data

every facet of life
and self atomized
vaporized
boiled down to
data

served every which way
stripped of
human
meaning
void
of right and wrong

good morning
let me say
good morning

there is neither light nor darkness
where I am right now
just odd bits and bytes to
switch me
off
my program having run

LAST TRAIN

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Desert, existential, God, identity, loss, poem, poetry, spiritual, surreal

LAST TRAIN

I missed the last train
the very
last train

for — surreal
just to speak of it —

they tore up the tracks
pulled down the signal box

all around me
the platforms, the station
beginning to disappear

someone told me
(or perhaps I read somewhere)
everything was
being dismantled
in flavour of a new
seamless, instant technology

as I sat alone
awaiting this future

speculating upon
how it might
sound, smell, look

in what
style and form
it would be destined to appear

such thoughts
ringing true
but not sure
whether a C or
D or E or
F or
G

whilst the wind whistled
the desert whispered
how is
aloneness possible
how can
it possibly be

yes
wind and sand
have it in them, carry
the capacity
to ask cosmic questions

never alone

I could not
accept this premise

as I tried my best, but failed,
to refute the
divine, designer logic

of a piece
of burning tumbleweed

ENTROPY

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entropy, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

ENTROPY

I am writing these lines
in my little
comic, cosmic way
against entropy

to make sure order,
structure, purpose,
meaning

hold sway, triumph,
win the battle

and in the act
of so doing
massively
impress you

get you to
go crazy

taking me
into your
heart

(and wherever else
I must be

to wage this war
so vigorously)

WHAT DISSOLUTION TO FEAR

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absurdism, Consciousness, existential, Humanity, identity, meaning, Metaphysical, philosophical, physics, poem, poetry, wordpla

WHAT DISSOLUTION TO FEAR?

School’s shut
leaving me
in a philosophical vacuum

a nebula of molecules separated
by oceans of emptiness

like they pumped all
the oxygen out, all
the hydrogen, nitrogen,
methane, chlorine, and
every inert gas

and so I tell myself
my name is not Gogo
I am
more than
pure space, simple
intellectual abstraction

my molecules, in theory,
according to the theoretical model,
smeared
all over the place

by the weakest of
forces
held together

free to
skip class, play
truant

wander
all over the place

leaving me nothing
one of
the
99%

who look up
to the rest

covet such lives
of substance and stability

and yet
everything to
fight for

from
humanity
detached

and same it is, but different, with
these words on the page
(once — no, not really — words
in my mouth)

nothing solid there — all relation and
difference, symbol and
myth making

those old stories recycled
you’ve heard them before, wired
into your brain

layer upon layer
perhaps this is how air
how
breath contrives meaning

like
folded origami (suddenly shape
and dimension)
like
weapon of hierarchy in
folded samurai
steel

and I have, if you would bear with me, tried
folding
this page, these words, that

they might
fill my space, create
fiction of being

that you and I
could buy into

paradoxically, our life-stuff to clear
distinct to us
when most merged
most near

and with this
softest assurance

what
dissolution to fear?

DARKNESS POEMS

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darkness, death, emptiness, Evil, negative, poem, poetry

DARKNESS POEMS

ROLLER

I took a roller to
my life’s story

so every scene
could fade to gray

dark gray, light gray
forget the fifty
when it comes
to gray there
are but
two shades only

everything just
a reconfiguring
of life’s single binary:
your
triumphant humanity
of the good, truth and
beauty

versus mine of failure
self-deception and pain

***

LAST POEM

they tried
to save
my last poem
but it
did not

want
to be saved
tried
to escape

but was caught
and burnt
for being
insufferable

(I too
feeling
the
glorious
horror
of
fire

as it
went up in flames)

***

DARKNESS POEM

I stumbled into a deep
and terrible darkness

most people
cannot fathom
and yet it is there

a darkness fit
for Styx or
the Stygian premise
that is Tartarus

down through the innermost
regions of Hades to
that place where
evil is singularity
rages
out of control

rips the black wings off ravens
to colour the sky as is befitting
with their
blood
and black feathers

the sky that is
perfect as
expression

of hopelessness
and pain

***

TAKE

take everything you gave me
all the good, the bad
and the really bad

strip me down to nothingness
where there is nothing to
say, nothing to feel

no words to utter
just the
revelation
of a
nihilism
that nothing can answer

***

Mr 9mm

Mr 9mm sidled up to me
started to speak
at point blank
range

enunciated all
the key points of difference
between myself
and the world

when it came to
matters of
belief, philosophy and ideology

no gainsaying that position
countering that argument

***

ZERO PEOPLE

they are the
zero happiness ones

God created them so
you might feel good
about yourself

easy now to
think
there but
for the grace
go I

truth being
they don’t really suffer
after you
have drawn
the important life
lesson about
being grateful
you are
quite at liberty to
dispose of them
gently, euphemistically,
or, as is
way more fun,
with flamethrowers, icepicks,
chainsaws or sawn-off shotguns

for when it comes
to any reasonable definition
of humanity
they are
hardly to be
considered people

are more like those old
clunky cathode-tube androids
from that low-tec science fiction
film and Tv from
the 1950s

born into lives
without love
it is
really a species
of highest, most
caring mercy
to end their suffering
any way you like