POEM AT 45 RPM

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music of the spheres, poem, poetry, pop music, Universe

POEM AT 45 RPM

the turntable got stuck
my best digital disk
lost all its data

these were my favourite classics
from the stars of rock
recently remastered

now as silent
as those other stars
we no longer get to see
because of the
ever-thickening
greenhouse cloud cover

who would have thought
there was a plot, a whodunnit
and we were the
villain and the victim

but now, that I might repent this poem
they keep me in a soundproof room

as previously mentioned
the turntable is broken

who cares if the
Earth no longer wobbles, that there
is no precession amongst the
constellations?

who cares
if the Earth no longer spins
no longer moves

in a single grain of sand (you
were so right William, so
so right)
a ton of signifiers, infinities
of information

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FIT

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Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit

BIENVENU

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mathematical, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

BIENVENU

welcome to life
it’s topology looks
quite nice
(especially on the
Cabana and other
revealing beaches)
but don’t be
surprised
if the Mathematics

don’t work out
quite right
that curvature is twist
a Möbius strip

whatever left you drooling
as pure parabola

NOT EXACTLY

NOT EXACTLY

this is
my other poem

the one
not written yet

the one waiting
for me
to write it

like all those lovers
never kissed

so many of them
(not exactly waiting)

PALACE OF SLEEP

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afterlife, Creation, Creativity, death, Dream, Keats, Poe, poem, Poet, poetry, Rebirth, writing

take me to the Palace of Sleep
where the air is hashish-heavy
as thick with dark autumnal cloud
as anything written
by Poe or Keats

sky dragging itself across
as if stuck somewhere
and out to test the winds

but let me
sink into that darkness
night so perfect, it is the null equation,

there
where words are absorbed, lines, phrases
disintegrate, are so carefully dismantled
scattered like leaves
on a river, like momentary
phosphorescence on the ocean

no dream here, at least
none that
is remembered,
only the blending of
currents, change,
reconfiguration

she said that I reminded her of Keats once
this before she got married
but after we
were lovers

perfect sleep in her arms then
no thought of
darkness, any kind of
renewal, rebirth, re-
definition of self

as figure who writes
not figure who loves

the gates to every Palace
secretly open
unbeknownst to me
at that
most lost of lost moments

RUNNING OUT

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poem, poetry, relativity, time, Universe

time was running out
so I bought six sixty clocks

sat watching them the whole day
waiting for you
to arrive
at liqhtspeed

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

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erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

let us not argue
over who
gets the last
strawberry

let us simply
divide it
down the
middle

you get to
eat both halves
if I get
to divide
myself

into
you

ANTICS

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poem, poetry, wordplay

ANTICS

decided
to add up
ants

one, ten
a hundred,
a billion

there little bodies swarming
over my abacus

showing me how
to carry one

(not insurmountable once
you figure it out

more difficult
with bees)

INSIDE THE POEM

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metapoetic, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, poststructuralist

INSIDE THE POEM

inside the poem
(there is
an outside?)

time is relative
space

deceives

things thought big
are really size of
a molecule

what you believed microscopic
contains universes of its own

and time here,
you may feel,
does what
it wants, as
it feels

tick tock
chocolate block

look here we have a sonnet by
the supreme Master
cajoling time, on space
putting pressure

as if last two lines could précis, summarize
give us the gist that is eternal sonnet

SPARKLES

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poem, poetry

SPARKLES

I asked the
poet
(much-
travelled)

can
rooted
be
cyclical?

but he just
handed me
a bag
of sparkles

I asked the poet
is shape-
shift
alchemy?

told him to keep
his sparkles
should there be
another bag