SHADOW

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poem, poetry, psychological, semiotics, writing

every word
casts a
shadow

is steeped
in shadow

says the opposite
of what you
wish to say

and there you are
feted, celebrated
for your words

which laugh and joke
at so much
got wrong

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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

SIGN

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meaning, Metaphysical, Paradox, poem, poetry, Semiotic

SIGN

there are no signs
everything
is sign

everything is connected
cosmic cause and effect
(every cause
an effect)

something pulling me
upwards, pulling me downwards

twisting me
like a Möbius strip

sometimes
pain

is so
easy

beauty
is impossible to bear

OASIS

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poem, poetry

OASIS

there is nothing
outside the text

no sky
no sea
no horse
no field

this the great DJ
of signs JD let slip

Mandarinning us all
with his logical dexterity

a penny
for your aporia

whilst I let it
just whoosh by

since who or how am I
to broach this theme in
the extreme
with him

who know him not or how
to conjure a space
for philosophical dialogue

being myself
in my entirety
inside the
text that
has no
outside

no window for you
to look through and wave

no me
here
to wave
back at
you

except for the me
here to wave back at you

somewhere in Algeria, now
that I do mention it

there is promise
of an oasis big
enough for
all minds

HOW COME

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

HOW COME

How come what
should be creative, stimulating:
the interplay
of counter-currents, conceptual
opposites?

makes me feel caught
in a cross-fire (way
worse than
cross-
wind)

horizontal and vertical got
me aligned in their
crosshairs
so I
zig
and I
zag

but the poem
still
kills me.

SO-CALLED MEN IN BLACK

SO-CALLED MEN IN BLACK

I was enjoying a mocha latte
on the dark side of the Moon
watching aliens prepare
for Earth invasion
from their so-called
secret bases.

The name of the coffee shop
escapes me right now
but I think it is
connected to space, stars and
such like
by deep semiotic resonance
at a metaphoric level.

And anyway, much in the news,
since they threw out (or had
the aliens arrest) four
huge, manly astronauts
for wearing suits of dark colour

talking zero gravity, but
that’s enough to get you killed
if you
don’t stock up on sugar
and take your coffee black.

THERESA, I LIKE YOUR GRAMMAR

Theresa
(as in
may leads
to
might)
I like your
grammar

it is thing
right out of
the pages of
Barthes
or Saussure

such careful care
along the axis of
selection

to Hell with
the combinations
that might ensue.

BETA VERSION

nothing the ad
men can do

can give me
a gram more daring,
male sophistication

my face
not alpha enough
to bounce off
lustrous duco over
carbon fibre

I do not
even look good
soaring in sixth gear

OMNIBUS

OMNIBUS

sat
next to
Nietzsche
on the bus

which was
cool until
he got into
an argument
with Freud
and Hegel
about the
meaning of
the word
“ticket”

entirely
in German
much to the
consternation
of the troupe
of French
post-structuralist
driving or
perhaps
not
driving
the bus

MODEL T

every horizon
speaks to
transcendence

to
locate you
correlate you
I will
have to
go through
one-
eighty

see ourselves as
ninety, bisecting
each other’s angles

equilateral, bilateral
(and how!) intersecting

paradigm and
syntagm

endlessly
syntactic

come-
in-one-colour
Model T
(in the end she
asked is
this
poem
about me?
this poem

about
me?)