TRICK POEM

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meaning, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Reader, wordplay, writing

TRICK POEM

more than a trick
of postmodern reasoning

I am
writing the book
that I am reading

each word
on the page where

somebody’s pen
other than
my own

dipped into
my brain

dipped
into his brain

fusing us as one
never
ending two
for price
of one Universe
metaphorically speaking

BY THE NUMBERS

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arc, Creation, Creativity, Divine, love, Mathematics, numbers, poem, poetry, Pythagoras, self-defence

BY THE NUMBERS

it’s a
simple life

wickedly simple
life

describes a near-
perfect arc
virtually complete

yet not quite absolute
circle of protection

but what
do you not already know
about
the logic
of prime numbers and
such sacred figures

I write
I compute

long
may be it be so
virtue of my
Pythagoras soul

and between
those dormant lives
far from
tragedy and
(equally) torture

I love
I fight
die
as no
man should

yet
back to back
we take our stance
assume
the position

the arc
of together
turned defensive tangent

against the world
for you and I
the radical being of
our difference
made it so

became our
configuration

who
serves to
tries to break

let him suffer
your, my,
razor-
sharp arc of self-separation

(priceless the
stupid look on
that most zero of faces)

LIBERO

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Beauty, Consciousness, Creation, death, Fibonacci, Freedom, Humanity, Italy, liberation, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, metapoetic, perspective, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, ROME, writing

LIBERO

drunk on the promise of liberation
I crafted this poem whose very premise,
if you would permit me to explain,
does to
this very topic
appertain

insofar as it proposes, argues,
steadfastly maintains,
that words
be the clay
out of which all
was made

not as complete fiat but
slowly, slowly: process
of trial
and error

the code pre-established, all
the systems set in place

(this
as sure as
triangles
are
triangular,
spirals
are spirals)

all done and dusted
tried and trusted
written into the
acid of
our DNA

and so
I salute you
creatures
of truth and beauty

and fib you not
Senor Fibonacci

loving the light in
your fair land with
its paramount city

leaving your own
carefully calculated
indelible impression

and
here is the very book
in which it is written
(the one we
contest, always argue over)

so much
blood in the
sand
of that arena

why is it
that beauty must
always contend with death

again
I hold up my
net
and trident

(or sword: for
pen
best metaphor,
best metonym)

so much
marble and gold
begging the eye
to look upward
redefine perspective, dream
of long-last freedom

drunk
on those
dreams
of
a future
on promise
of liberation

under which
eternal pressure
I do write
this poem

trying to
tie up
loose ends
get
opposites
to meet

square
all circles

such ironic that libero
the word I shamefacedly stole
is actually your own

DE RERUM NATURA

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metaphoric, Metaphysical, physics, poem, poetry, science, sex, Sexual, wordplay

DE RERUM NATURA

we were scientific
about the nature
of our relationship

discussed
the physics of coffee

the biological morphology
of caffeine in our bodies

and how we
should drown in
one gulp

and rush off
to the “laboratory”
to experiment

OR SHOULD I SAY (AS A MAN OF CATHOLIC TASTES)

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Catholic, identity, innuendo, love, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Protestant, religious, Sexual, spiritual, wordplay

OR SHOULD I SAY
(AS A MAN OF CATHOLIC TASTES)

when does our spiritual
familiarity
convert
to
physical?

sorry this issue
to resurrect

but here we are
at the altar of our devotion
and mutual idolatry

about to
partake
of each other’s bread
share
each other’s wine

one of us
(as everything is consumed
with relish
not a crumb, not
a drop
left to fall
from this table)

versed in the mindset of perfect symbolism
the other
inclined to ideas of
divine alchemy

absolute transformation of substance
in the re-writing of categories

which, as some swift satirist
may have said,
is but the same beauty
viewed from
both ends

embracing
complementary angles

dialectics of truth in respect of
this business
always necessitating

interpenetration of opposites,
or
should I
say

saucy shapeshifting such as is required
to embrace as
shared reality from
opposite sides?

SAPIR-WHORF

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conceptual, Language, linguistic, love, perception, philosophical, poem, poetry, Sexual

SAPIR-WHORF

need to invent
re-
invent

so much: perhaps
I should start
with a list

bullet-point it all
my need for
a new language
a new
poetry

in order
to express you
linguistically
caress you

all the better to
love you with
my little red
riding
wearing that
scarlet dress I
bought you in
Johannesburg

new modifiers, qualifiers,
participles (dangling and
non-dangling)
concepts so
conceptual breakthrough
they are the likes
of which
ain’t ever been
seen
(likes of which
the world
never seen)

GRAVITY GIRL

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erotic, general relativity, gravity, Metaphysical, physical, physics, poem, poetry, quantum, Sensual

GRAVITY GIRL

the rainbow of
your gravity

bends
space and time

goes quantum
connection

splits
the atom

every mad
molecule of
my heart

A WORD

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meaning, metafiction, Metaphor, metapoetic, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, writing

A WORD

this poem
is not a poem
even though
it says it is
you
are the poem
even though
you say
you are not

even though
you are an am
we all are

in a box
poem in a box
hardly a
word that
rhymes

if I say so myself

if I say so all the time

AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

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poem, poetry, power, wordplay, writing

AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

I sit
under crescent Moon
having lost
the words
to a
thousand poems

something snipped
them out of my
head

perhaps same blade
that sliced
the Moon
like a mango

or like a ladle-full
of Moon liquid
frozen in time
flowing
slower than
glass

than
Arctic glacier

and then I wondered
what, our powers conjoined,
what Moon and I might conjure
make
appear
disappear

and so together we resolved
I should say her secret, first name
a trillion times

and watch the
life of our solar system, our galaxy
speeded up infinitely

easy
to imagine this
when both
thinking and
travelling
at the speed of light

RIDER (ON AND OFF THE STORM)

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identity, metapoetic, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, wordplay, writing

RIDER (ON AND
OFF THE STORM)
“Like a dog without a bone”
The Doors

I wrote
right through
the night

and deep
into the morning

rode my Muse
hard (when
I could
get hard)

for a few unfinished
scraps of poetry
and half
a page of prose

like
getting blood
from a stone
and diamonds,
engine oil
and tooth paste

if my pen
had feelings
it would
feel
so crippled sore.

every poem
a disappointment
not one
ever would
make the grade

were it
not for
the grace of
irony

me and
my Muse
both fictions

as you
are
in this place

with
or without
your bone