PRINTS

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aliens, guilt, Innocence, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, writing

PRINTS

they dusted the
planet
for prints

but nothing clear
nothing smudged

not event a
hint

of a trail
of evidence

no sign of anyone, anything
with fingers innocent
or decidedly guilty

but everywhere
a smoking gun

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TO THE BRIM

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death, Humanity, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

TO THE BRIM

we hatched together

one heart, one
soul, an
item,
a commodity

up there, however,
the duality of the stars
belied as much
as bespoke
the mythology of twins

to ripple that perfection
to become the chimera
of one beautiful
sexual beast

let
afterwards

be so much
afterglow

it feels like
we are become hologram
that the Universe
has become hologram

and
despite the
sad reality that is
realization of distinctness,
separation, difference

we are, at least, common in
this
being absolutely soaked
through
each other
(with
and in)

full,
to the brim

ICONICITY

ICONICITY

between us we
meted the ice
from four refrigerators

every ice cube
we used
the heat
of our bodies just carried away

and why this physics
so counter-intuitive

every freezing drop of
water that
splashed

there our
temperatures soared

****

writing with ice
like writing
with water

nothing indelible
in those
intimate tattoos

speak eternity
mouth the ideology of permanence
you know
the fetish of
the object lies
in exchange, eschews
function and
use

this
whilst making my own music
hoping you
would follow my tune

that hope
just evaporating

but here you are
here we
are
if not forged
as one flesh
at least

spot-welded together
let it
all blow hot cold
submit to
vagaries of
weather

in the corner figures mythological, iconic
and yet decidedly mixed metaphor

blue devil on the bottleneck
on alto saxophone, red angel (archetypal strangers)

let there at
least be
divine jam session

if no
less (and more) than
holy
integration

SAME

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body, erotic, female, harbour, poem, poetry

SAME

I wake in the night
deprived of your nakedness

need you to secure me
guide me into
your deep
safe harbour

pilot me
to your shore

or let me
just wash adrift, happy
to go where
the current
takes me

with so
much flow

your sea is
my sea

all
one ocean
connected, same.

AT YOUR LEISURE

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, wordplay

AT YOUR
LEISURE

doodle
canoodle

I have
oodles
of love I
need to
express

could tattoo
my body
with
the whole
caboodle

that you
might care
to peruse
at
your leisure

TANGO

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Dance, metafiction, metapoetic, poem, poetry, tangent, tango, writing

TANGO

and so
off we go

at a tangent
do
a tango

dance
with all our dead characters,
unsung heroes

those the pen
drew a
line through

rejected, discarded
left
unsung

but here we are
by that very
wayside
dancing until their bodies
(quite unlike the
Frankenstein creature)
come
back to life

as we find one
simple good, bad, ugly,
fair
or foul
redemptive feature

that never
dawned on us before

and so
back in full force

let them
find their feet
begin
to speak

their newfound words
at once so subtle, potent,
and intriguing

so do
knock us
backwards

lift us
off the ground

LAGOON

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Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein, Horror, Language, poem, poetry, science fiction, semiotics, wordplay

LAGOON

was playing a word game
and came up with “lagoon”

now I love that word
for all its monsters

more crude and less
philosophical
than anything that
woke up
Mary Shelley
to create science fiction

how I will miss
a world of constant
counter-intuitive surprises

like the insects running
up down the wall
being the product of
the angle of the spectacles
shifting in an
hallucinatory direction
(subtle pointing of the head
the preferred technique for
a first-time
commitment to
multi-focals, whether
near or
far-sighted

those slight degrees of shift
simply switching the genre

which fucks (as well it should)
with that well-established delusion
that reality is real

for how real is a
reality when you
are swamped with such desire for me

your fingers (all appendages)
wandering
all over me

determined to
drag me along to
some
great cave of philosophy

or down to your
lair at the bottom of that lagoon

for B-movie sex
that you have already guessed
is protocol rewriting, Kama
Sutra by-passing

raw content to be inferred since
restricted to off-screen

LIBATION

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Astrological, John Lennon, Nietzsche, philosophical, poem, poetry, Rimbaud, THE BEATLES, TS Eliot, writing

LIBATION

Nietzsche
Bietzsche

I have
deep planets in
Libra

I feel in myself sometimes
moments of exquisite balance
between
good
and
evil

male and
female

that the world of a sudden
made transcendent sense

in your
songs stretching me
dragging me off
to follow the
Mersey of your imagination

or beside you mon frere
in your beautifully anarchic drunken boat

and you
with your special ear for the ghost
voices of
poets become one
true
choral host
taking me down the seedy
passageways of a
corrupt and fallen civilization
to be reborn

and what better rebirth, Herr Professor
than up here
on your mountain

smiling as each aphorism, unlocking itself,
bursts into light

yes, dear Zarathustra, I have the will
to impose my meaning,
reinterpret, write this poem

the ruling love of Venus
guiding us all.

CANINE

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Metaphor, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Reader, writing

CANINE

my dog words
have begun
to bite

watch them
discover
their pack mentality

such a sense of
hearing, acute sense of smell

nothing robotic
about their capacity
to flip themselves
linguistically

through the
land of
Canine
to run
wild; run free

TO DECEIVE

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female, loss, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

TO DECEIVE

wanted to
read you like
a book

but there were
missing pages,
no final chapter

so I decided
to write you
Ike a book

one in which
I am not
even a
character

and, as
sort-of-
antiheroine
your dialogue
disappoints, actions
flatter
to deceive