IN C MAJOR

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Desire, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual, the body

IN C MAJOR

she has not seen
the sea

in person
in the flesh

nor
has the sea
seen her either

the sea
drools, gets
flurried
with excitement

at the thought
of her
entering the
water

every
drop
of ocean
connected
to her body

AND FLOW

Tags

erotic, innuendo, poem, poetry

AND FLOW

ebb and flow
ebb and flow

the sea spread out before us
in all its deep. dark, mystery
and my words
finding the page more
or less attuned
to its rhythm

imagining its creatures
its world unknown

and your arms
appearing from
nowhere
pulling me into
their strong current

down to
the most beautiful place
where to drown

DELICIOUS

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death, fish, Global warming, horoscope, Humanity, meaning, mythology, Nazi, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmddern, poverty, power, Reader, satire, sea, simulation, South Africa, spiritual, Universe, Water, Water power astrological, wordplay, writing

DELICIOUS
(at Ocean Basket, 6/6/2019)

depression
recession
world heading back
to the 30s

I eat my designer
fish and chips whilst
the world goes crazy
channeling inner fascist
like some
scab on the planet

it’s my day for reading
birth charts and
you are all
Scorpio Capricorn Scorpio

so deep water sign and
high mountain goat we go
whilst the Universe
simulates whim, cons as
if capricious

so much to write about but
the pen seems hardly willing, battling
undertow, inertia
up in the clouds you
know it
is death zone but
the age pulls this trick
that there
is no spiritual narrative
may not be
a summit

one falls into space when
opening up to expectation

see: the pen
has written something

and the fish
is delicious

CLOSER

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erotic, female, love, poem, poetry, Reader, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

CLOSER

let me get
close for this

whisper in your ear
special truth
of this poem

above
analysis
beyond
deconstruction

let
my words
dribble
down
your neck

following their
natural
inclination

course of
gravity

getting
close
for this

closer closer

EXACTLY

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appocalyptic, morality, Nuclear, poem, poetry, Reader, satire, their monuclear

EXACTLY

I am at my
wits’ end
desperate to
absolve myself
of species guilt
find the very
best place to
dump my
shame
somewhere most
apt where it
will not go
bio-hazard,
poisonous rancid

and so when
buttons are pressed, warheads fall
drift down to point of detonation
gently parachuted

I shall point to the sky like
the fool and madman (last
fool and madman)
that I am

proclaim my innocence, repudiate
kinship with the blast

then turn upon you
as I do now here

calling you out for complicity and blame
not having the time to explain it to you exactly.

STREAMLINE

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love, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, Water

streamlined myself
for you
this morning

groomed my mind
that my words
be more shapely

hoping for them
to swim
beneath the waves
cut through the tide

not
just reach you
but find and
negotiate you
(perhaps)
penetrate you

both
hard as
rock
and
tissue-soft

spill out their lexicon
teach you Thesaurus

MARVELOUS GIRL

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Andrew Marvell, astrology, elements, Fire, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, To His Coy Mistress, Water

MARVELOUS GIRL

I’m Pisces/Aries cusp
fire and water
so when
I saw you you
were magma under
ocean, volcanic
dream
tuned me
to steam

(better than being earth cusp air
all my lust
turning to dust

like that coy mistress poem
you recite so well).

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

BUT ALL I HEAR

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CAPE TOWN, death, Drowning, Jeremy Cronin, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, South African, voice, Voices of the Land, Water power astrological

I overhear things
have the ear for it

things people say, switching codes
in restaurants, in bottle stores
in chiznyama palaces

so much hope we had
or you, rather

hope you
had

because I came here
and witnessed the destruction of my childhood
drowned in your beautiful harbour
was torn to shreds
by a great white out
in the breakers of False Bay

the sound of death underwater
drowning, screaming
the sea
makes for a perfect silencer

but back to
my private Hell, sound
pandemoniums and cacophonies

mad wife screaming from the other bedroom
in wildly guttural Waffen-SS Setswana
but your Setswana
softly
loving itself

dream-floating
into my telephonic ear

but all that desire going, heading nowhere:
sad truth, perfect metaphor

oh Jeremy you surfed that wave, shot
to fame articulating
those voices
ones of the land

but all I hear are
murmurs, curses, regular
pattern of industrial noises

and that voice, your voice
softly
(how many
times do we die?)

drowning me drowning me drowning me

QUEEN OF CUPS

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innuendo, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Tarot, Water power astrological

QUEEN OF CUPS

your cup
runneth over

and your cup
runneth over

my mouth
full of words
most of
which I swallow

or
commit to paper