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

SALTY TALES TO TELL

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erotic, female, innuendo, love, Metaphor, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, transformation, Water, Water power astrological, woman

SALTY TALES TO TELL

the three girls who serve in the
fish and chip shop
around the corner

journeyed with me until
we found cobalt blue sea

where
after removing every body hair

so that we might
swim, dive, surf, copulate
seamlessly

become more streamlined whatever
configuration we be

the three girls from the fish and
chip shop
gliding home on a wave

all so
effortlessly

wonder what spin they
have on this our adventure

how, with their
return to
place of labour

what
salty tales to tell

LET ME TEACH THEM

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

LET ME TEACH THEM

let me teach them
to love you beautifully
as you truly deserve

the dangerous boyfriends
of your life
to share themselves with
you utterly as they touch
explore, take you
to absolute heights

love you softly, with gentle tongue,
their bodies bursting with kindness

as they find the places of your joy
no man has found before

and let me teach them how to hold you afterwards
after you have been shaken by love’s beautiful storm
that the seed might
grow
be quietly nurtured

and in each other’s
arms
you dream

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

BEAUTIFUL

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Beauty, exclusion, female, love, poem, poetry, semiotics, sexual symbolism, Universe, wordplay, writing

BEAUTIFUL

Your words are beautiful
but sweep over me
leaving me
thankful and
yet sad, and drained

sometimes grace does that to us
reminds us of the mountain of
which we no longer dream

and so, in keeping, let us
get to my words and
their specific failures

so crazy in their assumption
that they have power to move
if not the soul, then spirit
and body into some
kind of purpose, serious action

or something which, ever so slight,
coupled with, dovetailing into
millions of
moments so small,

quietly shifts
orbits, alignments,
the configuration of
the constellations themselves

and suddenly
the words
yours, mine

everyone’s

have changed everything, created a
Universe of new meaning.

IN SLO-MO REPLAY

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Andrew Marvell, innuendo, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, time, To His Coy Mistress

IN SLO-MO REPLAY

slower than
a praying mantis

slower than
the pen of
Mr Andrew Marvell

in relative time
though it seem
fast fast fast

when we
go outside, leave
the bedroom

it will appear
to have taken longer
than a millennium

from start
to nowhere
near the
finish

and back to
bedroom for
careful analysis,
adjustment of
tactics, forces,
strategy

our most
intimate of
battles
to end
all battles

primed for
no draw, no
stalemate but
victory by
knockout

slo-mo as we
trade toe to toe

so many
rounds to last

SHE SAID

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, senses, sexual symbolism

she said:
make love to me
as if you
were blind

as if
all you have
is touch and
taste and smell

each of these senses
amplified
beyond belief

guided
by my voice

RAW COCA ACROSTIC

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acrostic, drugs, female, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

RAW COCA ACROSTIC
“love is the drug”
(Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music)

Raw coca leaves you are
Ecstasy and crystal meth
Find you, feel you taking over
Injecting you direct my absolute drug
Left me still short the desired overdose
What else to try, time so short?
Escape, not an option

Killing me slowly
Give me your best shot fast
Absolutely dying for your fix to fill me
Before the chills come, cold turkey cold
Every touch you give
Leaves me deeper longing
Extreme the dream of release
Naked before the world
Grateful for what you gave

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.