FISHER-WOMAN

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female, poem, poetry

FISHER-WOMAN

the fisher-woman
caught me

hooked me
in a very soft part
for two
years she
has been
playing me:
reeling me in;
giving me line

worst part being
she is using
the rod I
gave her

and that seductive, seductive lie
that if she
were to
land me
it would be her
greatest catch of all

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RED PILL GIRL

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poem, poetry, The Matrix

RED PILL GIRL

Talking to you
is taking the blue pill

wake up in
the morning feeling
blue sky of
another day
can be everything

but she — the one I dream of —
she is raw, red tablet only

swallow her ruby and
see how deeply she
infests herself in the blood
bringing it all
to the beautiful boil

Molotov cocktails me
mixing all my lethal
liquids (shaking and
stirring)

lighting the rag-in-
the-bottle flaming fuse.

JUST ANOTHER DARK LOVE POEM

JUST ANOTHER
DARK LOVE POEM

I loved you
died

you
forgot me

we can
hinge a
future tense
on that one

except
you forgot me

long before
the Universe did
what it does best:
recycled, re-
claimed me

my nothingness
a zero in
the number in
the mathematics
of infinity

for which
you need
great,
great wisdom

or love, deep love
to truly embrace.

SPEAKING OF CORE TRUTH

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

SPEAKING OF CORE TRUTH

slowly work your way
into my centre

use, choose your
own verb if
you like

as you nibble, probe, feel
your way
know

that I’m
not all light, not
all darkness

but hands like yours, with
long, slim elegant fingers

deserve to
find a jewel

and (as the new physics tells us)
hoping to, expecting to strike crystal
at my core

can only mean
you will be so amply, beautifully rewarded

IN ANOTHER LIFE

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Water power astrological

IN ANOTHER LIFE

in another life, perhaps,
our lives will cross

or join
like two rivers, flowing
crazily towards the
sea

teeming with rainbow fish
(and to deter trespassers)
alligators and piranha

in another life
because here we are
dust
and water

here we are
air and
fire

cloud and
lightning

so perfect together
yet, so different

we do
not flow together

do not
feed into each other

do not imagine
the river as it
broadens into a wide delta

and there its, our, waters
find the sea

RAIN

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poem, poetry, Water power astrological

RAIN

I can hear the rain
but cannot hear
your voice
in my poem

you say
you cannot hear
the rain
my voice
drowns it out

and yet
here we are
in the rain together

loving, tasting
every last drop.

DOWNLOAD

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poem, Universe

DOWNLOAD

drew a mental picture
of me dying in your arms

you were a Picasso
a Modigliani

I was a
stick figure

so I photoshopped
and downloaded
this
impossibility

look at the phot
see how noble,
masculine!

could not bear
the world looking
knowing
how
you see me

THIS THING THAT JOINS US

Tags

female, male, poem, poetry, Universe

THIS THING
THAT JOINS US

were we
joined at the hip

in the Garden of
Eden together
(and if so
who was
the Snake)?

did our lives cross
in this universe and
so many others
which made us
brother/sister, rivals,
antagonists, friends,
enemies and,
of course, lovers

and here we are
after all this time

when it all
began we
must have been
close, must
have been together

your stuff (the cosmic dust
of which you
are made) and
my stuff

split and scattered, created
out of that nothing
before everything we
struggle to
understand

just as
this connection, this thing
that joins us

impossible
to understand

FAIR EXCHANGE

Tags

poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

FAIR EXCHANGE

you sent me
Rihanna songs

I sent you
poems by
Charles Bukowski

your long musician’s fingers
my gnarled hands

and then
that chess thing

you play king’s pawn
I play the pawn
in front of the queen

and we look like
come from opposite
sides of the chessboard

LOOKING FOR THE BOOK I LOST BY MR KASPAROV

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poem, poetry

LOOKING FOR
THE BOOK I LOST
BY MR. KASPAROV

I love chess
I hate chess

the beauty of the attack
the inexorable pressure
that leads to defeat

the sacrifice
Ah, yes
the ecstasy of
the sacrifice

everything there
suddenly so clear: that
door opening and
the regret of
hindsight

you took the bait
and it was
all so pure, so
calculated

a thought
painted by Picasso
the white and the black
suddenly exploding into Technicolor

if only life had
moves like this, you sigh,
as your Queen takes centre
stage radiating power

in life
it’s hard to stop bishops
slipping onto the wrong diagonal
the knights
hemmed in at
the side of the board

the centre a no-man’s land of
trenches and barbed wire

and the game
unplayed, unplayable
no decision
to be made

so many pages still to get through
page upon page of
strategy and tactics
art of love heaped
upon art of war.