LUTA CONTINUA

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female, Humanity, innuendo, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, sexual symbolism, wordplay

LUTA CONTINUA

want to
measure and
map you

your longitude
your latitude

then wage my
private war
with you for
your liberation

cherish your
freedom;
pay
absolute
lip-service

deeply (for
the record)
decolonize

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ALL PHILOSOPHICAL LIKE

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Creation, Creativity, Dionysus, erotic, innuendo, ironical, meaning, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, Reader, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, Twist in the tail, woman, wordplay, writing

came over
all philosophical like

disappointing woman
after woman
resorting to
discussion of
the supplement to
the copula

Oh Derrida, in every bedroom
I seem to be centered
on the margins

unless with you
solidly imagining
what I could do
more astute
than asinine

deploy words
to define
that make
you mine

so (here’s the rub)
unobtrusively

succinct, deep-level puns
that somehow
just arrive (come
and then come)

translating all such homonym
into tongue

BODY TELLS YOU

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Beauty, Creation, Creativity, erotic, female, Humanity, identity, innuendo, Language, loss, love, male, meaning, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, power, psychological, semiotics, sexual symbolism, the body, transformation, woman, wordplay, writing

BODY TELLS YOU

body tells you
are entering
dark world

no
uncertain terms

this body
you reject as
foreign virus, want nothing to
do with, can’t conceive
of anything to do with

Oh for a Universe
where we are all networked, we are
all reiteration, repetition,
we do not mince words
every sentence
has an
exclamation mark and
we stomp through the future like
sexual cyborgs
whose passion is
pre-coded in
each nuclear fuel cell

I digress
hopefully depress

would I could fly off at a tangent
hit escape velocity
and not stop until
I have left the
solar system met

Vega’s blue aliens

and yet
something in how I was written
sure to get me
boomeranging back to you
(aches beyond human understanding
down deep and dreamtime in my didgeridoo)

your pet theory
poet on a leash

otherwise
no ties
to hold me

or matching handkerchief

but
slipping the wire
snaking away

today I’m the dog in the adage
having my day

my energies
to the naked eye semi-
invisible

not yet the sort
that smash, mutate flesh

and yet
almost if upon cue
my body
to frail, odd
to contain
crumbles, falls to bits

Oh that I had that red boiling blood
of the raw alpha predator

not gamma guy
seems to
have the Cain trademark branding of
an entirely different galaxy

Oh
your palace of the self
that you assumed
safe for centuries

is tipping, toppling, enduring
the inconvenience of
slightly more than slight seismic shift

slides into an ocean of
collapsing Moon cards

my body
ever a mirror for
such phenomenal
conjuncture

gone liquid metal to
Mercury-message you

that which the future has determined, has
sworn it will have from us, will
absolutely make of us

would rise from its grave
having won every bet

COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

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Binary opposites, Difference, diversity, Language, poem, poetry, Race, Semiotic

COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

colours
of consciousness

sad that the glory of our species
is refused, gets refracted

the way the raiding of the rainbow
bitterly unappreciated

and yet, as we words needing,
useless without
opposite
defining
otherness

how would the absence of difference, kill what
distinguishes, strip us of
all that gives us
meaning, is

innately alien, the very
shifting point to
all we are
everything we
might be

NOT THE WORDS

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binary, poem, poetry, writing

NOT THE WORDS

small
tall

this poem
cannot
rise to
cannot do
at all

too little
binary

in
my system

not got
the words
just
the rhythm

SING

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double-entendre, erotic, poetry, satire, Sexual innuendo, Water power astrological, wordplay

SING

I need to
spread you open

see you
flow like a river
into
the sea

sail to that delta
find your tiny
perfect pleasure island

listen
with every creature
of land, of air
of ocean

as we
hear you
sing.

LET THE READER

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Language, poem, poetry, Reader, semiotics

let the reader
do the work

let them sit
counting syllables, bouncing
between dictionary
and thesaurus

all that hard work
a value in itself

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

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