LET’S SEE

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death, poem, poetry

LET’S SEE

got too old
for beauty

no one wants
to go that extreme

only thing is to watch the stars
put in the veld alone

twinkling
fading

perhaps
the dawn is here

perhaps
it’s death:

let’s see!

SO MUCH

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death, fake, Narrative, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, satire, Story, Thanatos

SO MUCH

and the popcorn
flavour of the month
is
salted
nihilism

so strong the
death drive right now

so much to break
(faux art and
sculpture
to
create)

so much to
dull and dumb down
desiccate

and yes, eventually,
so much to kill

AND YET

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death, Humanity, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, time, Universe

AND YET

it’s a sleep
I won’t wake up from

and yet I do
I always do

since the beginning
of the Universe
since
before

the beginning
(time and
consciousness
so
connected
so at odds)

I have never
overslept

never known anything other
than the absurdity of now

the chances of
which

so absolutely ridiculous

billions to
one against

I think I’ll just sleep on it;
waking up is death

VERDUN (THOUGHT OF GREEN)

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death, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Verdun, War, WW1

VERDUN (THOUGHT OF GREEN)

you took some of your
childhood with you
into no man’s land

remembered running home from school
funny the absence of artillery fire
Father Mother not at the gate
traversing a machine gun

the green
the green

you must have felt the grass
between your fingers
stalked with
sniper eyes
for tiny insects that you captured

lectured on the ways of Man
and then released

Oh that more were
there to listen in that sudden jungle
had heard your cautionary tale

a place where
trenches disappear, lines disappear,

the very concept
of war

disappears

suddenly something
not unexpected yet
the shock of
shocks

and there you are
here we are

still clinging to
old memory
the thought
of green

LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS

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2001, A Space Odyssey, Consciousness, cosmic, death, future, Moon, Nietzsche, poem, poetry, Space

LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS

If was in the future
far into the future

I was giving a lecture
on The Moon

talking of the great symbols
of our collective cosmic consciousness

whilst you sat there
steeped in thoughts of death,
thinking of an ancient film

set on this very Moon
where Nietzschean superman
taps into alien presence, alien energies
is lifted out of sad species nihilism

but I
never having seen this film
kept spouting away

something
about the low gravity of this place

time here, I suppose,
moving slightly faster

ideas bouncing around
like nobody’s business

and our blue-brown
on its last legs sickly planet
at least with an
atmosphere however toxic
that might be

how long for that to remain
at the heart of these symbols, be
the fount of all our meanings

this barren, naked Moon
chaste female goddess
queen of
all unconscious mystery

enough
of a home for me.

WHAT THE SERPENT TOLD ME

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death, Life, poem, poetry, serpent, Snake

WHAT THE SERPENT
TOLD ME

in the beginning
there was anger

fire and
water

a million
kinds of venom

every colour and
colour combination

out of the
premise of death

first slithered
life

DANIEL

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Aging, brother, death, poem, poetry

DANIEL

as fate would have it
I am always
a few steps ahead of you
(nine to be exact)

in the vanguard, negotiating
the nature of
this shriveling distance

odds on, I am first
to dip more than my toes into
that
place of darkness

yes dive deep
when it comes
to total
immersion

as luck would have it,
you so much better
at depths and diving than I

ONCE AGAIN

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cosmos, Creativity, death, drugs, philosophical, poem, poetry

ONCE AGAIN

the drugs I digested
rewired my brain

turned it into
a rain of
stars
or perhaps confetti

heard Bob Dylan’s nasalize
the vowels in his songs
about apocalyptic weather

which happened as I found myself
in the auditorium waiting
for his Laureate speech

wondering about
the nature of time and
my acute waste of it

sometimes we who
try our hand at poetry can
really lose track of it

destiny and destination
not our most solid suit

which was unmistakably clear
from the sad old cards I’d been dealt

though the
Sun and the Moon and
the Wheel of Fortune in
the Tarot

might be argued to
have predicted

(for all
its magic)

the brutal truth
of my disappearance

my atoms so
perfectly blended into the
fading light and
purpose of
the cosmos

once again

once again

DULL

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death, poem, poetry, writing

DULL

wrote a poem
for the dead

almost as difficult
as for the dull

in both cases
the words unheard

swirling around
an empty skull

DARKNESS POEMS

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darkness, death, emptiness, Evil, negative, poem, poetry

DARKNESS POEMS

ROLLER

I took a roller to
my life’s story

so every scene
could fade to gray

dark gray, light gray
forget the fifty
when it comes
to gray there
are but
two shades only

everything just
a reconfiguring
of life’s single binary:
your
triumphant humanity
of the good, truth and
beauty

versus mine of failure
self-deception and pain

***

LAST POEM

they tried
to save
my last poem
but it
did not

want
to be saved
tried
to escape

but was caught
and burnt
for being
insufferable

(I too
feeling
the
glorious
horror
of
fire

as it
went up in flames)

***

DARKNESS POEM

I stumbled into a deep
and terrible darkness

most people
cannot fathom
and yet it is there

a darkness fit
for Styx or
the Stygian premise
that is Tartarus

down through the innermost
regions of Hades to
that place where
evil is singularity
rages
out of control

rips the black wings off ravens
to colour the sky as is befitting
with their
blood
and black feathers

the sky that is
perfect as
expression

of hopelessness
and pain

***

TAKE

take everything you gave me
all the good, the bad
and the really bad

strip me down to nothingness
where there is nothing to
say, nothing to feel

no words to utter
just the
revelation
of a
nihilism
that nothing can answer

***

Mr 9mm

Mr 9mm sidled up to me
started to speak
at point blank
range

enunciated all
the key points of difference
between myself
and the world

when it came to
matters of
belief, philosophy and ideology

no gainsaying that position
countering that argument

***

ZERO PEOPLE

they are the
zero happiness ones

God created them so
you might feel good
about yourself

easy now to
think
there but
for the grace
go I

truth being
they don’t really suffer
after you
have drawn
the important life
lesson about
being grateful
you are
quite at liberty to
dispose of them
gently, euphemistically,
or, as is
way more fun,
with flamethrowers, icepicks,
chainsaws or sawn-off shotguns

for when it comes
to any reasonable definition
of humanity
they are
hardly to be
considered people

are more like those old
clunky cathode-tube androids
from that low-tec science fiction
film and Tv from
the 1950s

born into lives
without love
it is
really a species
of highest, most
caring mercy
to end their suffering
any way you like