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

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VENUS

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Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, meaning, Metaphor, poem, poetry, science fiction, Sexual, sexual symbolism, Universe, wordplay

VENUS

I licked
the outside of
the envelope

before I went
hypertext, flew
hyperdrive

down here
in the acid rain
oysters and
other mollusks
must clam shut
or get
Kentucky fried

but here we are
ruled by the Moon
in sign of Cancer
heading for
far-flung galaxy
or alternate universe

where they mix
metaphors with
gay abandon
(wholly different
laws of
physics and
sexual orientation)

where
beginnings always
meet endings or
always steadfastly refuse

here on Venus
I finally envisage
how everything comes
full circle

how you
can both
be nightmare
and my delirium of beauty
scratching for
synthesis
searching for
a theory
where circles
are indeed squared
where parallels always meet.

I licked the outside
deconstructing the inside
softest
exploration
purest research.

BUT ME

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Desire, female, Muse, poem, poetry

BUT ME

my Muse is feeling
a bit tardy
and yet
nevertheless
whimsical

she asks for a
cone with cherry
under snow freeze
high as Everest

sends a
chill
down my spine

in the market for, wants, needs,
everything from me
but me

NOT WITHOUT FEELING

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arrogance, BREXIT, Britain, British, comic, female, Humanity, identity, ironical, irony, loss, meaning, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, power, pride, satire, Theresa may

NOT WITHOUT FEELING

we are sad
for you Theresa
in the beef
of our British
brains

when you threw
a brick in our faces
to remind us
you were leaving

we did not know
stoicism for self
was no longer de rigeur
no our national stoicism
seemed noble
impervious to the
Other
to the pain
our self-righteous pride
had inflicted

this we said and saying
had to feel in our fresh
from the abbatoir
Christian heart of hearts

and with the quick as a flash media
on our case to
show sympathy, shed something

for this obsolete, water-holed battlecruiser sinking,
scuttling herself in excruciating public

we heard the call
took razors, onions, Asian chili sauce
to our eyes
to have a good cry

shed a least one bloody tear
to show this fucked up island
could still go
teeny-tiny Shakespeare

is not
without feeling

CLOSER

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erotic, female, love, poem, poetry, Reader, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

CLOSER

let me get
close for this

whisper in your ear
special truth
of this poem

above
analysis
beyond
deconstruction

let
my words
dribble
down
your neck

following their
natural
inclination

course of
gravity

getting
close
for this

closer closer

SUBTRACT ME

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death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

VULGATE VERSION

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erotic, female, innuendo, irony, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

VULGATE VERSION

let us not
interrogate
rather
translate

speak, teach, preach
each other
with
our tongues

and
deconstruct all presumption
if inner, deeper truth
from the
perspective of
those sweet margins

and the church of dark and
light and gorgeous surface
lead us to
altar

sacred, hallowed
place where
rose
open, unfold
all
is revealed

your text, my text
unabridged, as
vulgate version

here
where
in plenitude

our meaning begins
is shared, it ends
(note on which
it all
depends)

SIREN

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erotic, female, love, Mirror, mythology, narcissism, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, sexual symbolism, Siren

SIREN

The Siren
did not
eat me

just plucked me
off my ship
changed my heading
position velocity

trapped me
in her glade of
deadly, beautiful mirrors

where I wandered
hungering for
her image
starved of her touch.

BALLISTIC

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Alien, comic, female, ironical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, the body

BALLISTIC

the alien woman
sloshed and
slithered in
my bed

all night, leaving me
torn between fear and
absolute delight
unable
to sleep

for what if
in that sleep I have
nightmares about her?

in the morning she confessed
to me which galaxy
she was from

which is why
before she left
I simply went ballistic

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

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female, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

your breasts

are the prototype of
higher dimensional
object

you (currently, as
things stand) my no-
strings attached theory

of
everything

archetype of beauty
beyond belief