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BEG TO DIFFER

29 Sunday Jul 2018

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BEG TO DIFFER

what kind of fruit
are you?

what kind of
fruit is
this?

I do not recall
the taste, is
this
how life
tastes
how I
taste
is this the
divine, the cosmic
recipe?

I love
your cooking, your
cordon bleu

love love love, no
blowing hot
and cold and
yet

entangled with you
at every level

when you say
you do not
give a fig
for me
or
my poetry

I beg
to differ

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EVIL HOUR OF NIGHT

07 Saturday Jul 2018

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EVIL HOUR OF NIGHT

picked up a pen
which threw me
out of my
comfort zone

went through
terrible jujitsu

picking up from
my pen, laying it
on thick

the sweet boy in me
eaten by wolves, tortured
by apache, crawling the
bars, the streets,
looking for Blake,
Baudelaire, Bukowsi,

sweet boy
his words
stuck

wrong side
of the mirror, right
side of the tracks

couldn’t
write for toffee

not to speak of
drag you kicking and screaming
to witness the poem
in the
evil hour of night

THOSE METAPHYSICALS

23 Saturday Jun 2018

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THOSE METAPHYSICALS

Oh those metaphysicals
they knew how to tickle
a poem out of
an abstract idea

knew how to
stimulate
intellectually and
sexually (but always
so sweetly and
judiciously, the one
dove-tailing
with the other)

look: here’s John Donne
drafting his blood-
biting flea sexual conspiracy
in which he will
(shades of
Houdini) compress
all his lust inside
a flea carapace
to go down
on his love
know her
microscopically

and here’s Marvell
threatening Armageddon
what seems like
green nuclear annihilation
(talk relativity and
quantum mechanics
to these guys and
see what happens!)

green shade my arse! you
are thinking
of deconstructing culture, reducing
it to bare Nature

as in that other poem
where you stopped the Sun
just to get laid

it’s the sky turning green, dimwit, the
sea going fawn and rising to
swamp the land which
has already
gone desert

if you
are thinking like Descartes of
negating our existence (new
Paradise in
the making: make way! Make way!)

perhaps you
could do us the favour (barest
minimum) of
a three-minute warning

whilst you
and your Coy Mistress
make hay
make sunshine

(so glib
with our future, this supposed
“man for Parliament”).

OR LACK THEREOF

20 Wednesday Jun 2018

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OR LACK THEREOF

here is my
text, call
it a poem
for purposes
of categorization

or for familiarity
in dealing with
something that
otherwise might
strike as
completely alien

as for the author, I remain
irrelevant, there is no sense
here of my voice, my charm,
my demeanor
or lack thereof

here is my text
explore its meaning, appreciate
its style, its
construction, mode
of articulation

or lack thereof

GLIDE

07 Thursday Jun 2018

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GLIDE

the pieces fit

no, not
like Lego

like a
philosophical argument

OK, now you
do speak of it,
yes
like Lego
too

what a word it is, in
passing, that
word “together”
was sure
it could never
happen but

there we were

so much to cover and
I don’t mean duvet
I don’t mean
bedspread

Oh, yes, I
do

because apart from
that we have only
each other’s nakedness
to turn
into a campfire

to go
really nuclear
(those control rods
going crazy
fast withdrawing
and entering

those words we
got stuck on
now seeming
to sing to us

as our
bodies glide

we
glide

friction-free slide