SCREAM

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Holocaust, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

BONKING

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Boris, BREXIT, Britain, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

BONKING

we will be bonking
whilst you
all be
bonging

we be
doing the delicious
whilst you be
hammering on
our doors

demanding we
telling us to
begging
that we
join

do the full blockhead
prance fat pants

knowing that you
are the cream of
the crop, the
genetic apogee

but
forgive us
if we
deign to

if we keep
sexy self
to sexy self

for – talking
of cream – we
are too
busy
bonking

kind of cultural, social, economic exchange
you wouldn’t understand

POEM FOR THE ANCESTOR

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identity, poem, poetry, Sexual, writing

POEM FOR THE ANCESTOR

the ties on my clothes rack
hang like many-coloured snakes
in the Garden of Eden

my bedroom is no
Palace of Wisdom

under the pocket dictionary/thesaurus
on my bedside table
lurks a red book on sex
for easy reference and
quick memorization

plainly my ancestors were neither
that snappy in their dress nor all
that sharp or cultivated in
the etiquette of
the boudoir

when we were in the aforementioned garden
it was the wrong kind of wrong fruit
that we must
have been induced to eat

ITHACA

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Circe, Homer, mythology, Odyssey, Penelope, poem, poetry, writing

ITHACA

like Odysseus finally
found my way home
after many years

hard to sail straight
when so much
damage control
(and that is exactly
why the people read me
you say
but who asked you
separated as we are
by thousands of years

there could hardly be a more apt
example of the phrase “at a
safe distance”

but unlike Odysseus
not Penelope waiting —
perhaps the gods
taking mercy
has turned her
into stone
or driven her mad

or quite simply the suitors
suited the life out of her

in this tale, sadly, many heroes
wiser than me

who fell for every Circe, any waylaying witch
with magical charms and outlandish customs

so many moments of shape-shifting connection
they beggar description

no in this tale
I arrive home
to find
no Kingdom of Ithaca, nothing
of that order now renamed Roman province

and a stick in the corner
to help me along until
things gray
to the grave

funny to become that thing that
the Sphinx riddled in its last phase
of development

will endure it
with grace

no time for that brash, brainless
imported Roman custom of
falling on your sword

A IS FOR … ANGER?

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anger, poem, poetry, sexy

A IS FOR ….ANGER?

the anger I don’t do
well at all
is sexy anger

you railing at me
on fire
your dark goddess eyes
gorgoning me much better

and me
sizzled and scorched
turned to a
pool of
boiling liquid
at your feet

having
no answer

EASTER POEM

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Christian, Fascism, fascist, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

EASTER POEM

the fascist vans are
riding around
free and easy
Christmas carols
out their megaphones
and it isn’t even
Easter

and there in the library
your books still stand
not being burnt
on the street corners
quietly excised neither

and so, forgive me,
I have to ask you

what the fuck
what the fuck

are you
doing wrong?

THEATRICAL

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Global warming, poem, poetry, theatre

THEATRICAL

and now
the Earth is
starting to
get theatrical

look at all that dry ice
except it’s different carbon
it’s real smoke, smoke
and mirrors
except you inhale too
much of this and
you get
certified heavy tar

but what is this to
the champions of dissent
who do not buy the
party line

sit smoking charcoal tipped as the
ground descants beneath them

it’s sick to death
of hearing that
same old tune

SUGAR

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Caribbean, love, poem, poetry, spiritual

SUGAR

I am a
soft centre

I am
a sticky bun

philosophically
I’ve been a
sweet tooth
as long
as I can
remember

so much
Caribbean
reggae rum
sugar

in my love, simply
there to
abide
in
grace
in love.

l’écrivain écrit

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poem, poetry, postmodern, wordplay, writing

l’écrivain écrit

books books books
book upon
book

never read

pages pages pages
page
upon page
so many written

hardly a sentence
worth anything
making any sense

not a
single
good idea

MUSHROOM

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brain, existence, meaning, mind, poem, poetry, Universe

MUSHROOM

pinprick of light
proving to
be a
billion star galaxy

thing way
beyond my
comprehension

feel my
brain must
of necessity
now implode

to cede to the Universe
all argument of size
and inconsequential smallness

or
self-medicate before

I find myself swept into my own
all-crushing total horizon event singularity

just a pinprick
of something decidedly illegal

can smooth me back to
life as simple, philosophy as usual

stuff I could teach
curled up like a caterpillar on a red-cap mushroom