FOR THE RECORD

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Humanity, philosophical, poem, poetry, spiritual, writing

FOR THE RECORD

for the record
we’ve been
playing the music
at the wrong speed

have imagined division
where none existed

have demonized difference
when it is
our human agility
and our beauty

have wrapped the
Earth in our
dark shadow blanket

so now nothing can live
no one can breathe

and
yet we
insist on sticking
with all our projections

if each star were
a tear
who will be there
to weep

TEMPLE

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philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, spiritual, wordplay

TEMPLE

look at
the two of
us

what a mistake
forever falling
if not into
Sin into
category error

cannot help but
conflate
the sexual
and
the spiritual

no matter which way
we point, align
however we
sutra ourselves

just
think
spirit and
dream
nakedness

get naked
and
totally go
temple

FANG

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Humanity, Nature, poem, poetry, Poison, Snake

FANG

snake
is
death
on a
spring

is Ph D
in toxic chemistry
into few drops
of fang-
venom

that
wisdom
distilled

yep
snake is
thing
impossible to
humanize

bite to kill
what is nutritious
full of
shit
or out
for a fake thrill

but snake
can slither
up into skull
wrap around
your mind

no human
ever smarter
and that’s
my
deadly truth

GOOD MORNING

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apocalyptic, Britain, British, Chaos, data, Ending, Fascism, Humanity, identity, Language, meaning, media, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, power, Reader, satire, transformation, Truth, value, wordplay, writing

GOOD MORNING

I wanted to say
“good morning”
but the words
would not
come

and what use
are words anyway now
because this is
the world of
data, data

every facet of life
and self atomized
vaporized
boiled down to
data

served every which way
stripped of
human
meaning
void
of right and wrong

good morning
let me say
good morning

there is neither light nor darkness
where I am right now
just odd bits and bytes to
switch me
off
my program having run

NOT A SOUL DARE SWIM

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Cambridge Analytica, digital, Dominic Cummings, exclusion, philosophical, Plato, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, power

NOT A SOUL DARE SWIM
(for D.C. and A.C. and AC/DC)

“You always say that!”
Last Action Hero

you blackgammoned us
bust the bank
then paid
it back
out of our taxes

drew card 21 in the Tarot
but what
is the difference if it
were
reversed or straight

since
everything is reversed
everything
second guessed

even I
felt obliged to
get

a second opinion
(sick of reading footnotes
to footnotes
nothing ever straight)

so I time-
travelled seriously
back to BC

bashed on
Plato’s door
but his Republic
was closed
Athens was closed
(card of
the World
spinning like
a roulette wheel)

and so
as they say
in the classics:
“back to the future”

here
a new Republic
so bold and
so brave
so barefaced — no
irony

here
no philosopher king
gets near the gate
neverminc the door
(cue, track from Nirvana
I haven’t heard before)

no space for
these thinkers
even in
the garden

(seems poetic justice
that this should
have come about)

but there on that garden
all manner of wire, all
manner of contraption
nothing organic
this the data
does not
allow

just a river of data broad
as the Amazon to
fast for stream of consciousness

and those
that surface-skim
(not a
soul
dare swim)

MY HOUSE

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British, Humanity, loss, meaning, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, Stars, Universe

MY HOUSE

my house
shields me
from
starlight

shields me
from the Stars’ fire

shields me from
spectacular darkness
infinity of doubt

but not so
perfectly
tonight

STRIP

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Aquinas, existence before essence, existentialism, Möbius, philosophical, poem, poetry, Sartre, wordplay

STRIP

essence
existence

existence
essence

this is
a metaphysical
conundrum
got me
all twisted

this a
philosophical aporia
got me
turned
inside out

here’s my man
Sartre saying
the essence of
existentialism
is existence
before
essence

still trying to
come full circle
on the sense
of that

(perhaps should just
reduce
the word
go
about butt-
naked

tear this poem
vertically
horizontally

into set
of Möbius strips)

ANGEL

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corona virus, covid-19, death, Humanity, identity, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, power, Reader, satire, spiritual, thermonuclear, Truth, wordplay, writing

ANGEL

the angel
of death
(is there
any other?)
aligns
himself
via the stars

attaches via minuscule
spines
to do his
really insidious cell
manipulation
potent damage

and this
for our
Sins
the big seven deadlies
(like me
to list them)

or just, yunno, as
part of
evolution
or for no
damned reason

just on a whim
a fleeting whim that
got consolidated
into a
strategy

and why should we
take issue, have a
spiritual or
metaphysical problem

it’s our science
we see
reflected in that mirror
in the fingers
stretching out from
that dark sleeve

to press
the button
press the goddamned button

that
droplet landing in
place of
convenience
fatally speaking

Oh, give the angel
a break — what
do you expect from me
wish me to say? I am
when
all is said and done
a fucking poet
of sorts
pretensions of
being a writer

how am I going to allow you
to redact this knowledge, this wisdom
freely censor this

we are all
in the same boat, same pot,
Heaven, Nature’s
death messengers revelling
in every life moment
as absolute
freedom of expression

AT ELSINORE

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love, meaning, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Reader, wordplay, writing

AT ELSINORE

I followed Schrödinger’s cat
into Elsinore
behind the arras, through
an entrance/exit door
where
to paradox the shit
out of everybody
we shared
a soliloquy

until Hamlet emerged, and
mistaking us for the players
(every Shakespeare a
Stoppard just
waiting to get rewritten)
put us
in his play

and cat and I were caught
debating whether Denmark was
a prison and
if so, might this not
be thanks to
Kierkegaard, or to
the Copenhagen School
Bohr-ing
the life out
of everybody

but cat did assure me
he had it on good authority
Ophelia was played by
Connie Nielsen, Gertrude
by Helena Christensen
which seemed to
one so queen-starved
to be
reason enough
to remain

unless
in this Möbius Escher world
binary choice is
no longer a reality, no longer
an option

the stage
being both everywhere
and nowhere

it seems, just like our Danish prince,
cat and I will be going nowhere
ours the most deadly
of all the sins

pure
overthinking of our fate.

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