FIT

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Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit

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PALACE OF SLEEP

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afterlife, Creation, Creativity, death, Dream, Keats, Poe, poem, Poet, poetry, Rebirth, writing

take me to the Palace of Sleep
where the air is hashish-heavy
as thick with dark autumnal cloud
as anything written
by Poe or Keats

sky dragging itself across
as if stuck somewhere
and out to test the winds

but let me
sink into that darkness
night so perfect, it is the null equation,

there
where words are absorbed, lines, phrases
disintegrate, are so carefully dismantled
scattered like leaves
on a river, like momentary
phosphorescence on the ocean

no dream here, at least
none that
is remembered,
only the blending of
currents, change,
reconfiguration

she said that I reminded her of Keats once
this before she got married
but after we
were lovers

perfect sleep in her arms then
no thought of
darkness, any kind of
renewal, rebirth, re-
definition of self

as figure who writes
not figure who loves

the gates to every Palace
secretly open
unbeknownst to me
at that
most lost of lost moments

THE TOUCH

Tags

love, poem, poetry, touch

THE TOUCH

you cannot say a
touch

gainsay it, second-
guess it

it speaks without words
connects, is transformative

the words pouring out my mouth
beginning to stumble
but I am
still on track, will
still find all it is
I wanted to tell you

even though
with the
touch

there is a poem
hurtling down the line
it has no rails
would break every rule

it is just full
of the suddenness of
your mouth, your skin
your eyes

my very first
love poem
for you
traveling at light-speed

just one
touch but
it went

very deep
indeed

ON THE ROAD

Tags

poem, poetry

ON THE ROAD

Excess leads
to the Palace
of Wisdom

this William
Blake said
getting me
all fired up

revving
on that road

but then
my books, that
Sisyphus load,

too
heavy to
carry, but

cannot
leave.

PIPING

Tags

poem, poetry

PIPING

“like a fiend
hid in a cloud”
William Blake

so chuffed with themselves
about bringing me
to this grisly place
of cosmic
afterthought

I watched them
try to teach me
to walk, to
talk
shit in a plastic pot
as I began
to learn
arsehole from
elbow and

the rest of
that philosophy

WILLIAM BLAKE MOMENT

WILLIAM BLAKE MOMENT

bit
by bit

he built
his wall

a spectacular
wall

not to
exclude,
prevent, enclose or
protect

but to
hang pictures
in case he
gets a
William Blake
moment

WHERE NOW, MARY SHELLEY

WHERE NOW, MARY SHELLEY

I see
Percy Shelley
standing out in
the open

on the shore of
an alien sea

waiting for his android
wife’s return (carrying
android child
still to
be born)

returning to him
infinitely.

KEATS

precious to be like Keats
squeezing a last poem
out with final flourish

the words fighting the
very darkness they
have emerged out of
to
which again headed

WITH KUBLAI KHAN

why didn’t Keats and
Shelley market
on social media?

and Wordsworth’s poem would
have looked good
as selfie with daffodil

the man from Porlock
not knocking
at the door but
sending an email

whilst Samuel snapchats undisturbed
with Kublai Khan

THE WORSE LIFE GETS

the worse life gets
the more beautiful
the poetry
(what kind
of wicked parasite
is this to
turn my
pain into
your pleasure?)

be that as it may,
would that lust were my only sin
would that it had all
of my dedication, total
Zen-monk focus

then we could talk about your kimono
is subtle, surreptitious
removal my
elephant in the room

but no street preacher
when you need one so
the smooth feel of
skin must
be left to, must
totally become
product of my imagination

street preacher, street walker,
one of you must absolve me,
convert me
endorse me

leave me with lust, best in
the form, the shape
of special desire

kimono
on the floor

there is
space
to
fill, that
can be filled

places to kiss