TO DECEIVE

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female, loss, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

TO DECEIVE

wanted to
read you like
a book

but there were
missing pages,
no final chapter

so I decided
to write you
Ike a book

one in which
I am not
even a
character

and, as
sort-of-
antiheroine
your dialogue
disappoints, actions
flatter
to deceive

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MASK

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identity, masks, metapoetic, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, psychology

MASK

do not
take, read
this poem
at face
value

or get tangled
in that no man’s/
no woman’s land
between
the lines

as you look
into the eyes of
the speaker
you see the
visage changing
face aging

but this is
just the illusory
effect of
time
of history

so many masks
for you to uncover
fresh selves
to negotiate

there
at my feet:
the great chest
they are housed in
that contains them

nothing left
here
to see

when the
last mask is removed

HINGE

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copyright, Creativity, Desire, Dream, Freedom, intellectual property, knowledge, Law, legal, poem, poetry, surreal

HINGE

infringed intellectual property
broke the
copyright agreement

with the stuff
that came to me
in my dream
is still
coming in
fulfillment of some
or other message

revelation about
the Universe, the world,
myself
or you

your mind and body seemingly
graciously able and willing
to share
that surreal space

in which images are twisted, inverted,
turned inside out

snake surreptitiously, glide
gracefully

revealing so much

if only I had
the language to express

but these are all stolen
purloined
perhaps even sometime smash-n-grab
acts of outright theft

but
having come so far, confided so much
we can
negotiate the legalities

on the table: your truth, your
sweet, sweet truth on which
everything here would
seem to hinge

TO THE POINT

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evolution, Metaphysical, Naughty, poem, poetry, Twist in the tail

TO THE POINT

It took my species
millions of years
to evolve to the point where
our brains developed
perceptual algorithms
to allow
us to
see

what I see now: you
standing before me
umming and aaaing
from foot to
foot
shifting uncomfortably

millions of years to
get to this point
where I can see
you perfectly and
yet

you refuse
to recognize this
miracle of
perceptual evolution

deign
to take
your clothes off

INSIDE OUT

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Consciousness, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophy, poem, poetry, writing

INSIDE OUT

no,Descartes,
consciousness is
not an am

consciousness is
becoming, a negation

is created out of
its difference
from
all things

it is the
snake of
time

swallowing beginning
in act of ending
(wondering if this is
not just simply
the wrong
perspective

the whole three acts
turned
inside out)

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)

INTERLOCK

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Beauty, Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, Language, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, woman, wordplay, writing

INTERLOCK

let me walk you
through the procedure

no need to run
we can go so
so slowly
watch the snails
zoom past at
relative speed

no need to
use that hard Newtonian
word “velocity”
later physics Newtonian
notions of freedom,
friction and resistance
opposite and
opposing forces
will all have
their place
all have their say

speaking of which
let me talk you
through everything
devise a poetry of
delay and deferral
to celebrate
every centimeter
indulge (in measure imperial)
every square
inch of your body

I say inch, but I am of course,
measuring in circles, and ellipses
and one-sided Möbius strips
that perfectly interlock

MY LITTLE POEM

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Metaphysical, poem, poetry, spiritual

MY LITTLE POEM

the soul
tastes, drinks

the soul forgets

what the soul is
we cannot say

so little
it knows
about
itself

so little to
say
about what
it was

HARD MORNING

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lightspeed, Metaphor, poem, poetry, stephen Hawking

HARD MORNING

Had a hard morning
real bumpy landing
(the flight being terrible
one terrible metaphor
do you
think dream knows
it is terrible metaphor?)

and then talking terrible, talking
crude and sublime metaphor, heard
that jingle-jangle language
of the unconscious

so many smart ‘n stoopid metaphors
(put the id in stupid) singing
out to me

and your body, for all the back-to-nature
soaps, lotions, washes, rinses and exfoliants,
still in the bath
hoping just to be blessed, endowed,
divinely kissed
nothing washed away

down
the plughole for all eternity
(plunging anti-clockwise this
side of the equator)

my head spinning
with that water

my head spinning
as if played at the speed
of Stephen Hawking
(as close to lightspeed as
human mind can get)

but
I digress

am talking
language of electromagnetism, savage energy hotspots

and you
fresh from that bath just
want to get dry and dressed.

STALEMATE, SWEET STALEMATE

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innuendo, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, sex, War, wordplay

STALEMATE,
SWEET STALEMATE

both of us
on the offensive
a meeting
engagement

me trying for
flank attack producing
double
envelopment

she for
encirclement

such the war
for heart and
mind
and soul

after the melee
we retired, exhausted,
to defensive positions

time to
conserve, con-
solidate
review strategy
rethink tactics

sleep on
the outcome
(stalemate,
sweet stalemate)