DEVOID

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absurdism, existential, nihilism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Value and meaning

DEVOID

in the abyss
in the space
devoid of
anything

I thought I would
expand, explode, envelop,
inseminate
sow my seed across
the firmament
and that seed in turn
sew everything together

but no, I shrank, imploded,self-
deconstructed
crumpled under my
own gravity, my mass, my weight

down to
the size of a pea
and then
far tinier

an atom
in a nutshell
big as
a Universe to me

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FAT BOY

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Ending, entropy, media, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

FAT BOY

tide is out
the boom
gone
flatulent

stuck between
gears freethinking
freewheeling

just got to
spit-balling about
the usual
binaries between
good and bad

figured
it’s the winking, blinking
lights you have to
worry about

as opposed to
those that being
constant
prove
an example
to us all

tall boy
I’m telling you
you got to get
back to
first principles

the boomers and their boom
got nothing more
to say
they all finished now

started to
feel the pressure
turned
to compression

something nasty, short and
selfish about their
former cosmic selves

it’s the winking lights and
Doppler sirens

indexes of world gone
wrong, gone
shot to hell

the roads gridlocked
arteries blocked
penitentiaries and
correction centers
full to overflowing

sky
gone cirrhosis
bad
blue liver
colour

TV on fast forward
gone 360 head-spin full surreal

political power to
demolish like quarter pounder plus donut

got to
scan and mail

my plea bargain

ask for immunity
on my knees

WHEN I RETURNED

Tags

BREXIT, Britain, British, decline, Empire, Ending, entropy, poem, poetry, Postcolonial, postmodern

WHEN I RETURNED
“entrenched and calcifying
class stratifications”
Gary Younge

when I returned
everything was crumbling
but not in that happy
melt-in-the-mouth sort of way

a land of
broken statues

historical memories
grown ever more painful
with each passing year

once this
machine worked

once it ran on ahead
outstripped the pack
at full steam

but now how bleak
how dour
cement coloured skies
divulging near toxic rain

that somehow, magically,
stays within official limits
and so no one gets sick
no
discernible ailments

and there the images
that once rejuvenated
reminded us of
the great musical hall and
other popular traditions
feeding into
the great Beatlesque
transformations of identity

anarchy in the late 70s
along those stone cobbled streets
where my grandad
returned from war with
dream of starting a family

chipped, cracked
whose face is that
did they ever see this Britain, this
England coming

not just rejuvenated, but
rising from the dead
(form an
all-star dead rock band
with John and Jimmy and George
and Mary and Percy
who wrote such blistering
odes in mode
of truth to power)

but now
not a whimper of
that poetry

cannot call it
a wasteland because it’s all
too hypothetical, digital and
completely plasticated

no memory of
what went blitz as it
streaked across
the channel

what went bang and

what Guy Fawkes cracker could

remove every stone, every blade
of grass
the name of every city

those names whose esteemed truth you cling to
when theIr failures shone brighter
than the brightest searchlight

why we
need the darkness

for their
power to grow
and grow

empirically, imperially, universally,
exponentially

until the
bubble burst

so fatally
expand

BITS

Tags

Alien, cannibalism, Desire, Humanity, hunger, identity, loneliness, love, poem, poetry, science fiction, transformation, Twist in the tail, Universe, woman

BITS

So long on
the planet

have begun to

think
like the planet

look
like the planet

mountains of alien
thrusting up
through my
flesh as
new landscape
takes place

which brings me to
my humanity, species
that needs company

and thought of
my hunger, my loneliness

whether I need partner
for love or
just
to
chop into bits.

SICK SONNET

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Beckett, disintegration, Ending, entropy, poem, poetry

SICK SONNET

Here’s the premise for a story
two people in bed
falling to bits

the people: man, woman
married couple
not the bed

the bed is OK

but the people
unable to die, unable to love,
unable to sleep

straight out of a novel
or play by
Samuel Beckett
without the literary refinement.

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

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