SHOW ME

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poem, poetry

SHOW ME

let me out
show me
the door

or better,
draw me a window
where I can see
all those things that poems
are supposed to
be full of

Nature like a garden
a garden like Nature

streams whose murmuring
remind you this house
you have entered is
pure sound has
been constructed
out of words,
beautiful
words

a synonym for
these strange,
cryptic squiggles

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EDGES

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poem, poetry, science fiction, Universe

EDGES

the alien
strolled through the
field amassing everything

reads the codes of everything
as they are manifested unto him

whilst I,
no complete stranger
to Biblical discourse, was
in the same field

thinking disjuncture at the juncture
hoping that I will take
something from our meeting
if meet we do, perhaps
even merging
a little at our margins, edges

SQUARE ROOT

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poem, poetry, science fiction, Universe

SQUARE ROOT

in the shadows
no one sees me

they have to
second guess

and the monsters
if they scream when I
write their bloody end

no one hears them
in space

no one can hear
your horror cliches

let the cell do its thing
split, divorce,
contest
best space

to do what best
biological beings speak
of being fruitful, multiplying

and what
is monster
but the Universe, Nature
at its most
feminine (you say), at
its come-check-it-out-yourself-Job
most creative

monster devouring
monster
ad infinitum
(give or take a
square root
or two)

this is the picture, my mosaic at best
constantly changing, amending itself

asking, demanding
you

second guess

HOMEWORLD

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poem, poetry, Universe

HOMEWORLD

Tell me about your homeworld
for I have travelled
space and time and found
only dust
and darkness

planets that caved in under
the weight of their worst ideas

tell me
how rich the earth, what
strange and
alien beauty grows there

for what I touch
in my world, poisoned
by my every thought,
turns to
silica, turns
to ash

I listen as you speak, the tones
of your language so
very different to speech terrestrial

am mystified, am
swept away

things in each alien word linked
to your seas, your skies, the
suns that
circle each other
in your system

all having resonance, rhythm

a music that my
dead home, dead planet

never
got to know.

LEAVES FALL

leaves fall
like Empires

except
they do not cling
to what they were, where
they are, what
they know
as fierce as limpets

the law of Nature, rule
if gravity
this the city teaches
it is how it masters, measures
controls
I myself have

a smidgen of
that learning, an incomplete
picture that now
the gallery is
closing
is being
taken out
the frame

and yes,
whilst we are
in this realm of
analogy we must

add how
it is
that trees topple
but not
never (meaning
hardly ever)
of their own accord

MILK

Nature is cruel
but we are its cruelest

stick and stone
is how we
nurture

something in
the milk of
our kindness
so quick to sour.

THE PLOT

Oh you have
lost the plot
my chaos butterfly

evolve, devolve,
transmute, mutate,
perhaps

we are
going
nowhere, the chaos
of change proving
all too fearful

as we shrink
back into
former selves,
protective shells.

SNAKE SIGN

SNAKE SIGN

sometimes I drink far too much wine
(feel the purple-red liquid lapping
my brain’s inner ceiling)
that’s when
verging on the presumption
that I might be insatiable
demon King of Lust in
this shabby Professor body

that’s when usually decrees it
is time for my
exercise in
human grounding

dragging me across stones,
through thorns for every
stinging and
toothed creature to
have its wicked way with me

until away I slither in
my viper alter-ego

negotiating every little bump with
my poor little coils

my magnificent coils
and eyes that
see
every wave length, tongue
to taste every molecule

relishing my capacity to
shed every
bad human predilection
like an old sheathe of skin

THE SHARK’S RESPONSE TO MR HUGHES

THE SHARK’S RESPONSE
TO MR HUGHES

Nature made
me sleek
Mr Hughes

but I would not
say I am self-
satisfied

but thanks for
the comparison with
Mozart’s brain

(sad that the sea
rarely gets to
devour
true genius).

DE RERUM NATURA (UNDER THE COLLAR)

DE RERUM NATURA (UNDER THE COLLAR)

oh Mother Nature
the care
with which I was
crafted

all that intricate neurology
perfect biochemistry

you see, even here,
in a simple poem

in which I can
diss you, turn
my back on you

let off
hot air, steam,
carbon-compound gases

getting you
hot
under
the collar