QUICKLY!

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Author, Ending, genre, media, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, writing

QUICKLY!

quickly, press record!

the drama in this world
seems about to go
out of control

want to up
the stakes to
the farce that
(only
bodies
left, strewn
across the stage)
cannot resist the
opportunity
of striving for
high tragedy

my little world too
which seems
set-off to one side
not a part
of everything
also in its
far less portentous
state of
terminal decline

and yet
more than
vignette

more than
tiny tableau

somehow capturing it
all in terrible miniature

there
you pressed record

the sky suddenly
grown so dark

but at
least
you have
the show

you have
the whole show

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HEART

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Language, Ocean, poem, poetry, sex

HEART

others
called it sex
making
love

but we called
it learning
the language
of the
sky

how it
translates
into
ocean

conjugating
every verb
from
Air to
Earth
to
Sky to
water

every noun
in our
little

Big
Bang

Universe

has learnt
its gender
nature and
declension

by explosive
creative heart

POEMS INSPIRED BY A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

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A Midsummer Night's Dream, death, Dream, Humanity, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual fantasy, sexual symbolism, Shakespeare, wordplay, writing

POEMS INSPIRED BY A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

SONG FOR TITANIA

I play with words
for you
Titania

I play
with your name

mouthing it
getting my crude
tongue around it

until the sense of sound
is drowned to
wet echo
it disappears

but not the sound itself:
ah yes! cobbling, weaving
the shaft-shuttle
regulatory of
good industry

supply, demand,
I am artisan
who (despite
all appearances)
takes such care to
deliver
good service

whilst as I pun
my way to a
perfect entendre

I see
something there mirrored

in the
solid nature of your
rapture

enchantment of your poetry

*****
*****

GOODFELLOW

that juice
that misguides

messing with
the truth that is youth
in its
absolute
love

slurring word sounds to
fit that
shifty, narcotic
sex-dream picture

Oh
I do not hear
what I hear

do not see
what I see

my brute body far more
beast that it has ever been
your
fairy bower so

exquisitely
kindly

your words dripping with
the wonder of your
mouth, lips
parts I might
list
if I had
time to

Oh the love you have given me
too much for lifetime, enough
for one-night stand (more
might drown me)

that juice, my Queen,
so translated, brought
base to gold
great
alchemy

beyond the perfume trick
of simple chemistry

we must have bathed in
must have flowed, rolled
over our bodies
like a river

at which sight
Puck so
deeply impressed

*****
*****

AS DERRIÈRE

she has
an assignment
on A Midsummer
Night’s Dream

perhaps she might
venture in the
woods to
write it

where
again she
may or may not
notice

as in the Guillermo de Toro movie
the insects grow to the
size of fairies

give their
circumscribed hive-mind to
a confederation of not-
yet revolutionary-
minded rude mechanicals

but what of the
transformative magic of desire
will she see me
transformed, so wistfully
witty and erudite in
country matters when
in the
Queen’s bower hammocked

enslaved
to each other

until morning, when all
is restored, Dawn dispenses nonsense
again enthroned propriety

and my beauty wakes to see
the memory of her love
lies not
(as she thought)
with her
soulmate, her hero

but
far lesser being

her
puppeteer

her
man at the strings

ventriloquist
who had her speak so beautifully
with such strange, strange
beauty

(layer upon
layer uncovered in

sweet repartee
and yet, as Bottom did say, no
solid ground there

flat as
a pancake

curved
as derrière

*****
*****

HYPOTHESIS

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hip hop, poem, Poet, poetry, rap, voice, writer, writing

HYPOTHESIS

if rap is
yak milk
milkshake

what we have here
bippedy boppers

is just some abacus beads
on a string

I tried to
Eminem

but my whiteness got
too pronounced
so much so
a polar bear wanted
to hug me

nothing like
the Arctic for
unrequited love

and so, as the circus passes
(every clown with an earpiece
and a machine gun)
I sat counting syllables

always one too many
one too few
to speak the
perfect peace

fade to
white, fade to black
lap dissolve into
communion
into
oblivion

(turning over
the page at the end
of the haiku)

WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS POEM

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

WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS POEM

what you do not know about this poem
will not kill you,
at least

for now
not
in the normal course of events

we can keep
the dark of the imagination
in full abeyance
or commit to
the ludicrous chemistry
known as sublimation

writer, reader
imagining both
are now gold
equally in
the grip
of some
alchemy

what you do
not know
about this poem

see in this image
what is in truth

light from a stellar fusion reactor
skittering across surface
of ocean, stream
and river

water
the element
that laughs at
has no
place for time

has dissolved
its memory

so we
are here

in this sort of virtual space
where no hope
for exchange, true
social intercourse
shared
meaning

that shadow that intrigues you
the one that penned that
very word
yes, it is I

cypher-creation
of shared language

and this is the door
up to the light
down to the darkness

choose well
as you navigate

the ocean already here
to absorb what I must
assure you
are (I suppose)

my best shot at
expressing these now lost human feelings

FEW WORDS

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, wordplay

FEW WORDS

he is a man
if few
words and
many bullets

waiting on
the word that
gives the
green
light

as
unambiguous
a word

as he
will read
it
to be

IN WHOSE HISTORY

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History, poem, poetry, power, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

IN WHOSE HISTORY

nothing
slap dash
about their
love

the two writers , plush
in the pound seats when
they love
making an
art of
it, quite some doing

but then they wrestle over
metaphor, truth, metonymic relations,
see sex as a process when
down to brass tacks
thing of unstable signification

both wishing for privilege
of authorship, power of
attorney
as if the
right to
write

makes this a mistress master
dominus domina
dominatrix slave
dialectic

there in the afterglow
(sailing that river, surfing
that sea
hang-gliding, flying
paddling
splashing)

suddenly
the body anxious
to end
all anxiety in
metaphysic of
miscegenation
hybrid
extension to
joint theory
of everything

wondering how
it will
be written, read,

and in
whose history

WAX WANE

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innuendo, poem, poetry, wordplay

WAX WANE
“wax on; wax off”
Mr Miagi

wax inarticulate
wax nonsensical
wax lackadaisical

but believing it’s
my time to wane
grab its mane
and put
my whole head
into the lion’s mouth

or was it
the lion’s head
into my mouth

my lioness
having no tresses
just those big soft paws
with unreal claws
but
soft-furring
my whole body

but I digress
I regress

lying here
wondering how
far I did
impress

WINE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, rhyme, satire, wordplay

WINE

water
wine

water wine

the miracle-
working

politicians
of our time

turn the
wine into

asinine

HEXADECIMAL

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code, digital, Language, poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

HEXADECIMAL

I sent you
a poem

in binary

all those ones and
zeroes never
adding up
to two

should have
sent you
something
set to
base
sixteen
(sweet,
sweet number
as
sung in
the song)

perhaps the
what happens
after
boy
meets
girl

(entire Kama Sutra
transcribed into
that most
magical
of codes
the
hexadecimals)