ANGEL

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Beauty, love, poem, poetry, song, spiritual, woman

ANGEL

saw you in
Church singing
like an angel

your dress
as blue
as the sky, No
as blue
as the sea

your voice, soaring
above the clouds,

so moved
the Sun, the Moon,
the stars, the planets

they would rather
look down
at you
listen enraptured

than have
anything to do with my poetry

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INTERLOCK

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Beauty, Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, Language, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, woman, wordplay, writing

INTERLOCK

let me walk you
through the procedure

no need to run
we can go so
so slowly
watch the snails
zoom past at
relative speed

no need to
use that hard Newtonian
word “velocity”
later physics Newtonian
notions of freedom,
friction and resistance
opposite and
opposing forces
will all have
their place
all have their say

speaking of which
let me talk you
through everything
devise a poetry of
delay and deferral
to celebrate
every centimeter
indulge (in measure imperial)
every square
inch of your body

I say inch, but I am of course,
measuring in circles, and ellipses
and one-sided Möbius strips
that perfectly interlock

MUSE

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Beauty, love, Muse, poem, poetry, writing

MUSE

every night I
die alone

but my Muse
finds me
screaming: “write,
write,
write!”

brings me
back to life

(it has always
puzzled me
why she
has to be
so
beautiful)

AT HEART

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angels, Beauty, death, poem, poetry, worms

AT HEART

the singing of worms

the singing
of angels

who cannot say that
they aren’t both myths

equally at heart
glorious fables

TO DIE FOR

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Beauty, love, poem, poetry

TO DIE FOR

in the supermarket
I purchased an exquisitely beautiful object

an Italian frying pan with which
I hope to cook for you

dishes from the length and
breadth of the Italian peninsula
from Milan and Turin, Genoa,
Florence, Venice, Rome

the round you out a little
remove rough edges

so when we go naught to sixty
full-blooded Maserati

your road-holding will be unparalleled
your torque a thing to die for, thing of wildest dream

GOD SEES YOU

Tags

Beauty, poem, poetry

GOD SEES YOU

God sees you
naked
watches you with pure care
(far less personal interest
than if, by comparison
I were watching)

pulled from oiling the machine
that is, that runs the Universe,
being the
spirit that sees to
the execution of
a plan billion years in
the thinking

taking time out to
observe, preserve
your beauty

Oh what a pleasure!
What a pleasure!

CALLIGRAPHY

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Beauty, evolution, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, writing

CALLIGRAPHY

calligraphy I need

to describe the delicate contours
of my feelings for you

trying to get every line, squiggle, contour right
in my poem for you

my poem for you
taking hours in the making

but such time nothing
compared to what it took Nature
to create you

whose beauty beggars representation
not least this poor attempted imitation
by way of seduction
(you laugh, as I say this,
conceding this my best failing effort
best
without much much practice
I can really do

AND YET

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Beauty, erotic, innuendo, love, Metaphor, metapoetic, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, Twist in the tail, wordplay, writing

wonder of Nature
perfect metaphor
and yet
you diss what
she brings to
the table

for what you have
what you
do not know
you have

I would forgo
poetry forever and ever
throw my pen
into the sea

swim that river with the current
all the way to the fabled delta
where
civilization kissed
itself into
being

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

BEAUTIFUL

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Beauty, exclusion, female, love, poem, poetry, semiotics, sexual symbolism, Universe, wordplay, writing

BEAUTIFUL

Your words are beautiful
but sweep over me
leaving me
thankful and
yet sad, and drained

sometimes grace does that to us
reminds us of the mountain of
which we no longer dream

and so, in keeping, let us
get to my words and
their specific failures

so crazy in their assumption
that they have power to move
if not the soul, then spirit
and body into some
kind of purpose, serious action

or something which, ever so slight,
coupled with, dovetailing into
millions of
moments so small,

quietly shifts
orbits, alignments,
the configuration of
the constellations themselves

and suddenly
the words
yours, mine

everyone’s

have changed everything, created a
Universe of new meaning.