PENCIL

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Creation, Creativity, Destruction, Nuclear, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, thermonuclear, writing

PENCIL

if a pencil
then also
an eraser

an eraser
to remove
everything
you have
written

everything
anybody has written

everything anybody
is going to write

GONE

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love, morning, open, poem, poetry, woman, writing

GONE

this morning
I feel shielded

and yet the
morning is so
free
to flood in

I wish
you were here
to share this
moment with me

but it is not
your cup
of tea

nor morning coffee
for that matter

nor anything
that you and I
— close
for once

might figure out
to do together

enhance the
moment
before it
has gone

IN THE FIRST PLACE

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Adam, animals, Aristotle, Cat, Cats, Garden of Eden, Language, linguistic, names, philosophical, philosophy, Plato, poem, poetry, The Fall

IN THE FIRST PLACE

Damn Adam for naming
the animals

why on Earth did he
feel compelled to turn
to Latin for labelling species and genus?

and why did he not
tell us their secret names

the ones they use when talking to each other
because the names we give them,
sometimes they
ignore them entirely
take for example
my cat Tinky
finer cat philosopher and
gueriila fighter you
would be hard pressed
to find

and I was hard-pressed to find her once
hunting for her high and low
calling her name (tears and
panic just
around the corner)
already about to hit the lampposts with
reward notices

and then she arrives, nonplussed,
wondering why the fuss
giving me that look cats give
regretting the stupidity of
their chosen owners

regretting their fallibility, their
lack of grace, smarts and cool

which, Tinky asks with
eyes keen as Aristotle’s, conviction
sure as Plato’s:
“were these not

the things you
had and lost
when you

forgot our names

when we had the connection
and you knew
what was what

in the first place?”

AS THE STUFF OF LIFE ITSELF

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Life, poem, poetry, Sexual, spiritual, writing

AS THE STUFF
OF LIFE ITSELF

we went to
Church together
did the spiritual thing

came home
ate fish
and chips

made love
discussed her poem
how the metaphors
weren’t quite
working

as good
as the stuff
of life itself

WHAT THE SERPENT TOLD ME

Tags

death, Life, poem, poetry, serpent, Snake

WHAT THE SERPENT
TOLD ME

in the beginning
there was anger

fire and
water

a million
kinds of venom

every colour and
colour combination

out of the
premise of death

first slithered
life

FORTH

Tags

Humanity, Life, poem, poetry, wordplay

FORTH

so the Creator bade us
“go forth and
multiply”

so we
multiplied and multiplied
and multiplied and
multiplied and
multiplied
and multiplied

but did not go
forth very
far at all

ANNULMENT

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dark, death, Life, Light, Metaphysical, poem, poetry

ANNULMENT

death be
not divorce

be more
annulment

of all
you ever were

but wait, the air
so cold

cold as the bleakest
darkest spot of
the Universe

sub-zero breath of
your new lover your
new true partner

finally, yes,
the perfect ice
of this embrace

it gets to last
for all eternity
(there
foreshadowed

in every word
dark muse

of life itself, all
its poetry)

BENEATH K2

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death, K2, Life, Mother Earth, Mountain, poem, poetry

BENEATH K2

I kiss your breasts
am
in free fall

no rope
no umbilical cord
linking me to
the Mother of
Heaven

only the rich, really rich
get to climb K2

breathe the roof of the world
as bottled oxygen

only the dead
get to write their names
on the mountain
bind their tin-plate plaques
to the rock

time, wind, snow and ice
will efface, erode,
swap away

THE JOY

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energy, Fire, Humanity, joy, Life, Nietzsche, pain, poem, satire, star

THE JOY

you struck
a match

in the
darkness

but
burned your
finger

the pain
the pain

the
joy

sheer
joy

fiery
as a
star

LAZARUS

Tags

death, Life, limbo, poem, poetry

LAZARUS

it is strange in limbo

one can wait for centuries as if
eternally frozen

but then
move fast as a meteorite
or thing verging on light speed

let us, for purposes of this poem.
interrupt Lazarus
stop him dead in his tracks, about
to munch a life/death sandwich
(you can imagine the artistry it takes
in baking such as that)

he who was saved, brought back
but is now in the crosshairs
no one will believe anything he says
about the afterlife
neither dystopia nor
utopia, yet
pretty surreal place

and being there even a brief instant
changing viewpoint, perspective,

the light so
merciless
pulling him backward

he says
he will never look up into the Sun again