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

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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)

THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

SUBTRACT ME

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death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

VULGATE VERSION

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erotic, female, innuendo, irony, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

VULGATE VERSION

let us not
interrogate
rather
translate

speak, teach, preach
each other
with
our tongues

and
deconstruct all presumption
if inner, deeper truth
from the
perspective of
those sweet margins

and the church of dark and
light and gorgeous surface
lead us to
altar

sacred, hallowed
place where
rose
open, unfold
all
is revealed

your text, my text
unabridged, as
vulgate version

here
where
in plenitude

our meaning begins
is shared, it ends
(note on which
it all
depends)

SIEVE

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art, death, Grecian Urn, loss, Metaphor, Nuclear, poem, poetry, thermonuclear, writing

SIEVE

here is a bowl
containing something
worth keeping

take it
lest it become
an
ash urn

for here is fire
falling

soon rising

who knows what
they have taught it
to devour

what is
in its program
what they
have determined, driven
wild with desire, it wishes
to eat

here is a bowl
take it, take it

here is a bowl
here is a sieve

IN SIN

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erotic, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, woman, wordplay

IN SIN

He was half awake the whole night
never fully asleep

wrestling with words, the right words
the wrong words, the good words, the bad words

words to put into the mouths of his
desires and his demons
and his angel suddenly
transformed, unrecognizable
different
her nails taking his skin, mouth

drinking his sweat, vampire-like in
being so suddenly
possessed by a
taste for everything inside, behind,
beneath those words
for every drop of his blood

and those eyes wild suddenly
like some kind of
shapeshifting animal

but at the heart of it all
conductor and queen of
this dark symphony
this epic revelation of
the flesh

she herself
transformed into
magician of
transformation, of the alchemy of
skin and
what lies within

of faster-
than light travel and Saint levitation

of tearing away dead words that mask
the veil of reality
until we find
the soul’s true revelation beyond
beauty, beyond sin.

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance

SAW YOU

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love, metaphysical conceit, poem, poetry, writing

SAW YOU

I saw you:
wrote a thousand poems

heard your voice:
wrote a thousand more

wrote until
no more trees

not
a sheet of paper

something so
careless and selfish
in what these
words
must say

would wish
to explore .