SELECTION

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Darwin, Nature, poem, poetry

SELECTION

Nature is
greedy

and
short-changes

does not
give two hoots
about what
Darwin says

but do not
tell her
he is dead
that
divine Englishman

or for sure
she will be dancing
on his grave.

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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)

MOTHER GODDESS

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Everest, feminine, masculine, Mountain, Nature, patriarchal, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power

MOTHER GODDESS

Mother goddess
I stood on your
summit

and now I am
good for TED talks
can inspire you similarly
feed you
my life skills

inspiration
infectious

sadly, today no one here
to speak at this venue

who died if not in state of grace
then human compassion
on the slopes of
lesser mountain

out in the storm
looking for such as you

GARDEN VARIETY

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apocalyptic, art, Chaos, Dionysus, Ending, Garden, Nature, Order, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

GARDEN VARIETY

metaphor muddles
truth
mud slides

and so, what can we say about what
happened to the stories
that we tell

no hope there of them ever helping
the stars that govern us realign

speaking
from green comfort zone

cultivated with Nature tamed,
bent into strict beauty
by force of Art

I watch the world amass, follow the forces of chaos
out to do damage to
world air-conditioned, strongly
double-glazed

so much smoke (as in mirrors,
as in “not without fire)

there in the non-smoking section, do
not hope to find your Dionysus

and if
find him you do
how might you dissuade him
from this church militant
deranged drunk on
(just the hint of the thought)
of divine wine

those vines
criss-crossing the new
no-man’s lands of purging
military fire

UNMAPPED

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good v evil, Humanity, inhumanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

UNMAPPED

There be no
place of dragons

no
virgin territory

the kingdom of the gray ape
is mottled
good
and evil

(not so spotted
as Satan’s shield)

North
South

apex of beauty
nadir of bestiality
(what could be
more ridiculous about
this map?

he whispered in
an Iago aside)

Oh, and I am monster too, burning the sky
ripping up the earth, poisoning the sea,
with every toxic footstep
across this landscape

monster that crippling itself
feeds on its own

and yet, here I am
trying to shape, to
save, to conserve

to give a different image
a cultured shadow
(ironic, when we have so
provoked the anger of the Sun).

FLOWER

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art, death, Life, Nature, poem, poetry, time, writing

FLOWER

my poem
made him

eat his words
more the pity
it was not
mine he
did devour

every word
once transmuted
into turd

far
more shapely and

odour-wise not
unlike the

pungent beauty
of a rotten flower

THE CUT

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poem, poetry, Universe

THE CUT

the Earth swallows
her children

maybe she thinks
she is a
giant serpent

needing to
fill that fat belly
with
those who
all that which

did not make the cut
did not
come up to scratch

does not
split the loaves
divide the fishes

turn
the light of
a candle
into
a billion stars

IN PLATO’S GARDEN

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poem, poetry

IN PLATO’S GARDEN

a flower
never regrets

sweet,
precious moments

being what
it is

portraying
its true colours

to attract
the bee

and yet colour isn’t
exactly true, is it?

this we know
philosophically

MAMBA

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poem, poetry

MAMBA

you a cross
between
a vacuum cleaner
and streak of
lightning

you are
the distillation
of death

they should give
you honorary doctorates
in chemistry and
pharmacology

and when
the grey coffin lid
opens and you
look down
deep into
that throat of
black velvet

the Creator of the Universe
is having himself
a very
soft, dark laugh

TALE

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poem, poetry

TALE

saw Steve Irwin
dancing with
a black mamba

what a lethal
fandango
what a
tarantella

him such a
clever Aussie fella
such love
and respect for this
deadly snake

no unexpected sting
in the tail
of this tale