NEVERTHELESS

Tags

existential, poem, poetry, postmodern, writing

NEVERTHELESS

no redemption
only resolution

the deus ex machina
needs a good lube and grease

nevertheless
however non-linear, self-
reflexive and ultimately inconsequential
I do keep writing

let words pour (or drip)
across (and down) the page
writing not
life’s greatest horror
(how could it be?)

though the entire exercise
so much less suffused with
anything remotely resembling joy
than real physical
and, of course,
metaphysical pain

JANGLE JINGLE

Tags

innuendo, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, wordplay

JANGLE JINGLE

let me
suck the butter
out of
your cup

recite my
jingles
where
they most
jangle

hold every
high note
till
I almost
pass out

this song
got to make you
so very
music
friendly

NOTHING

Tags

Consciousness, Creation, existence, Paradox, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, writing

NOTHING

tell me something
why is there
not nothing
rather than
nothing?

Oh, sorry,
that was my critical
error, my
category mistake

one life is not enough
for the paradoxes of philosophy

and I had
been led to believe
this poem was
perfectly fine
for take off
and landing

once on
autopilot
would be
perfectly safe

and so
as the wind whips
around me and
I have to think ripcord

I wonder what it was
exiting the fuselage
that I
was meant to say

perhaps to ask
why this poem is
you
is in your
hands now

my issue
no longer

as
time for these thoughts
is already ending

from nowhere these words
(this the
gist
of my thesis)

unfolding, opening up,
surrendering everywhere

magically appearing all over this page

MERIDIAN

Tags

love, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, wordplay, writing

MERIDIAN

come stick needles
in me

puncture
my acumen

need my body’s
magnetic field
to switch its
poles

need our
poles to oppose,
attract like
plug
and
socket
positive to
negative

red to
blue

black
to white

North
to South

need satellite maps
to find
the meridian
fully navigate you

LET THE CLOUDS

Tags

erotic, love, panegyric, poem, poetry, woman

LET THE CLOUDS

let the clouds caress her
the flowers
make love to her

let the
Sun, the Moon
the blue day, black
night sky
hold her, cuddle her

let the Universe
cherish every moment
that it has with her

I speak these words, conjure
up these images
too strong for me
and my poor
bedazzled eyes

BETTER PLACE

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Beauty, Ending, erotic, innuendo, Life, loss, love, Metaphysical, mythology, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, transformation, Water, Water power astrological, woman, wordplay

BETTER PLACE
(for Francesca)

the Saint you were named after
loved little animals

they would lead him
to their little homes
invite him
to explore
their tiny burrows

it was Eden in my bedroom
and like our beautiful first parents
we failed to realize it

both of us born under that
divided, contrary, most transcendent
sign of the fish

it was
always like
when we got naked

deep ocean water filled the room
which, as we no longer
breathed air, only breathed
and devoured each other,
was no bother

we were swimming toward a mirage
swimming together towards
promise of something perfect
something infinitely better

when our vessel foundered
found itself
between Scylla and
Charybdis

between a
rock and
a hard place

and we
let the self-
contained fantasy slip away

lost our
special sea identities

left that deep
deep
special, sensual garden

for some supposed, half-
promised, presumed better place

OUT

Tags

Consciousness, Creation, poem, Poet, poetry, Reader, writer, writing

OUT

a poem got
into my head

scraped around
inside my skull

causing a huge
frissance between
physical and intellectual
sensation
and idea

pain
and pleasure

I was so so glad relieved
after so much lovely
damage
when it
worked its way out

PUNCHLINE

Tags

Comedy, Hamlet, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, standup, Tragedy

PUNCHLINE

to die
on stage

more like
a Hamlet
than a
dead comedian

resurrection, finding
your punchline

ghosts swamping
the dark battlements
and there
we have Yorick’s
sleep broken
all he ever
is or was
fallen into the hands
of some gravedigger fool

where
are your
jests now
and would they
still carry?

a joke so timely
you might drop dead laughing

forces
social and cosmic alike
conspired to
make you their
avatar of laughter

stabbing at the fringes
of the armour
of reason’s regime

and so, to pull no punches
my Prince sweet

learn for safety’s sake to
negotiate a laugh

cheer up
and as your usurping killer
father’s brother
would have it

listen for the
bells
cast
nighted colour off

just splice and dance and
dice
with words

tell it
secretly
how it is

the show
so dumb

and yet
the laughter
still continuing throughout
the slaughter

here, finally, our punchline
not a punch
being pulled

AERIAL

Tags

poem, poetry, wordplay

AERIAL

aerials scratch at the sky
satellite dishes
scoop up
what they can

the surrogate lives we
live for ourselves
all but lost when
plugs are pulled
the stream
runs out

the imagination
flat as
a punctured tyre

the sphere you
bubbled for
yourself
so pancaked out

IN QUESTION

IN QUESTION

Big Bang
(first
singularity)

Altamira
Hiroshima

where did that
story come from that
only
with destruction can

there be
creation?

that the
brush can find
its colour

the pen
in ink its measure

only after blood
(words tight in their structure or
cavorting around haphazardly
depending
on their

ideology

similarly with line and shape
and form and aesthetic perspective

after
chaos and death
end

of worlds

comes technical mastery
and formalism.