THOSE METAPHYSICALS

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poem, poetry

THOSE METAPHYSICALS

Oh those metaphysicals
they knew how to tickle
a poem out of
an abstract idea

knew how to
stimulate
intellectually and
sexually (but always
so sweetly and
judiciously, the one
dove-tailing
with the other)

look: here’s John Donne
drafting his blood-
biting flea sexual conspiracy
in which he will
(shades of
Houdini) compress
all his lust inside
a flea carapace
to go down
on his love
know her
microscopically

and here’s Marvell
threatening Armageddon
what seems like
green nuclear annihilation
(talk relativity and
quantum mechanics
to these guys and
see what happens!)

green shade my arse! you
are thinking
of deconstructing culture, reducing
it to bare Nature

as in that other poem
where you stopped the Sun
just to get laid

it’s the sky turning green, dimwit, the
sea going fawn and rising to
swamp the land which
has already
gone desert

if you
are thinking like Descartes of
negating our existence (new
Paradise in
the making: make way! Make way!)

perhaps you
could do us the favour (barest
minimum) of
a three-minute warning

whilst you
and your Coy Mistress
make hay
make sunshine

(so glib
with our future, this supposed
“man for Parliament”).

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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

SPIGOT

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

SPIGOT

love gushes
out a spigot

as flakes
from Heaven
love floats
down

love
growls
cackles
gurgles
chuckles

wolf howls alone
in the night
if anything

like mine

PRODIGAL

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arrogance, macho, male, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, pride, satire, sexual symbolism

man god said he was God
but that was not
the answer I was
looking for:
far from it

left me with
a broken pen, drained of ink,
trying somehow
to fill in the hole in my poem
hole in my being

vagina that in his infinite wisdom
he wished to, cutting out my heart,
leave for me

as he ascended to Heaven
tacky Elysium of his own limited creation

me, though, his most limited creation
though I have this poem and the
rampant Devil who
spoke and
still speaks

from these lines, through these bars,
outside the gate tightly shut and
locked for
the eternally prodigal

not quite out
of earshot
laughing diabolically but
quietly: yes my divine Other,
rattling your cage
as he laughs
and laughs
and
laughs
at you

in this insane, hopeless space
what more can he do?

POEM IN PARTS

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female, male, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism

POEM
IN PARTS

your eyes
sore
from reading
so much
of my
poetry

your ears still
ringing from
when did
last recite

time to
forget the
top
find the
middle-woman

she so
appreciative of
every
subtext

my rhymes, my
rhythms

such a
subtle effect on
exquisitely
receptive parts

BIRTHDAY GIRL

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female, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Universe, Water power astrological

BIRTHDAY GIRL

I do
not know her
this birthday girl

except she
seems to be
made of the
parts that
I miss, that
I never got

she is
tiny promised oasis
in this desert now
become my desert
now become
the desert that
is me

I imagine her
rising from the water,
classic boring sexual fantasy
except the water
droplets like
diamonds on
her dark dark skin

I feel
like her warmth
is my light, fire mirrored
reflected
it is such an
outrageous conceit

she is every
mystery of the Universe
reduced, brought
down to a simple equation

with her, if I were
there would
be neither subtraction
nor division

only addition
multiplication

all those Arabic numerals
in combination in collusion
producing
the perfect number
that is me and you.

BRIDGE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

BRIDGE

do not
intrude

go
through
that door
try to cross this
bridge

only those who
passed muster
at the border
are here
to hear

my voice
which regretfully sounds
nothing like
how you imagine

and there
closes
the door

and there, swept away, as
you are wont to find in poetry
the bridge, my
beautiful
suspension bridge

READING YOUR (GREAT) POEM

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poem, poetry, Universe, Water power astrological

READING YOUR (GREAT) POEM

was reading all innocent
until the sky darkened
curtains closed
you had lured me in

and there I was
aquatic equivalent of
the deer in headlights
unable to do
anything to enjoy

the hook

in my mouth as
I bit down

and then
how you were playing me

using my strength
against me

until there I was
gasping for breath (your
poem pure
oxygen)

you smiling to yourself (I
must imagine)
at how
you reeled me in

POETRY’S DEAD AGAIN

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poem, poetry

POETRY’S
DEAD AGAIN

poetry is
dead

and so
is the body

to be
buried
or
created

are we
going to see it
turned to ash by
last brilliant flame

or crawling with
worms, each
scanning perfectly

RENAISSANCE MAN

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female, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Universe

RENAISSANCE MAN
“Deserts of vast eternity.”
Andrew Marvell

counter-intuitive it may be
but when I walk down
the road after
hearing your voice
I feel the cosmic
pull of gravity
sense the degree to which
time is stretched and compressed
according to
relativity
and therewith every
rhythm in my body, every
beat in my heart

you
are dark as the night
the stars are set in

and so many
stars, huge
blue-white stars

and pink ones, our colour,
our sensual, together colour
greater than
the Sun, our little
almost-forgettable Sun
for brightness
and for overwhelming size

in this Universe where
our connection began
eyes, mouths first and
then
every molecule

the sonnets for her
pouring out my pen
(us just
your average run-of
-the-mill dark lady

and her
a little less than word-
worthy
Renaissance man)