THE REALITY PEOPLE (FINALE OF SEEM AND ONE, TRUE CARNIVAL)

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Humanity, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

THE REALITY PEOPLE
(FINALE OF SEEM AND
ONE, TRUE CARNIVAL)

the Reality TV people
are here

sheafs of complaints, want
to direct the program, start
a new government,
rewrite
the constitution
bore a few holes
get cured of scrofula

no piss-take this, all real
piss and shit
and yet so totally,
absolutely, wholly
postmodern

don’t worry
things will get surreal
but there
will be no art
no poetry
because
no imagination

so let them in
if you wish

alternatively, go
Leonidas at
the hot gates
fill
them with lead
as they burst
through the door
(contrary to appearances
they do die
are human
just a
bit confused
between
comic-book mythology
and religious conviction)

so much
divine damage
and yet
so little
as revolutions go
this one needs
a very small “r”
(smallness being the cause,
hence
all the sidearms
big as bazookas)

but all this
is what it is
despite all
the
everything
is fake
mindset
this
existential
conspiracy

no Disney ride here
I’m afraid, called
“you got
sold
down the river”

can make it into a movie
if can find
Johnny Depp

but speaking
of rivers

this must
be their Rubicon

they
Caesar’s legion
even unbeknownst to them

but — what is the
day’s hot take? —
is this their Julius
man of
steel

or lard

royale with cheese and
every shade of ice-cream
(but nudge-nudge, wink-wink)
everybody knows
the flavour
ultra-vanilla

this no
pundit, prophet did foresee
as
finale of seem
one true crazy carnival

SEMINAL

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Aphrodite, Dream, goddess, Humanity, love, mythology, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Venus

SEMINAL

I witnessed the birth of Aphrodite

correction:
I was
there in person, in a dream
moment she was born

or a few moments later,
if you are asking for exactness

drowning in an sea of
Olympian goo

woke up
moment before I
went under forever

feeling drained, as if
a vampire had been at
or with me
(so more difference there
in that little
preposition)

all I did manage to catch in my
mythscape
was but, exactly, appropriately,
as I’ve already said
the tail end of her

and being goddess tail, tail of
love and beauty,
the wave of desire did
not leave me untouched

and I did
think of you, particularly
when she became you,

shifting from gorgeous shape
to gorgeous shape

before she climbed a sudden
spiral staircase
up to Olympus, or perhaps Heaven

place in this incarnation
I knew I could not, dare not follow

and so
must remain satisfied
with last
glimpse of her apotheosis

her impersonation of every mortal beauty
I ever read
as character
saw
in person

even, as your case,
found the greatest pleasure
and yes, misfortune,
to love
to death
and then way more.

QUANTUM LOVER (LOST FOR WORDS)

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poem, poetry, quantum, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

QUANTUM LOVER (LOST
FOR WORDS)

the quantum lover
appreciates entanglement
will never
diss or
dismiss it
just refuses to let himself
get overruled

his best (naturally)
is
twin slit experiment
(am I the
wave
are
you
the particle?

so dark in here, and unforgivably Platonic,
let’s shed
some light on the matter
go
Aristophanes

moments like this
hopping back and
forth
between metaphor
and synecdoche

your mouth open, making sounds consonant,
you got the rhythm, the rhythm
the rhythm

just
with all this practice versus theory
and sweet implementation

a trifle, a smidgen, a little iota of
all the small, small synonyms
in my thesaurus

lost for words

ASLEEP

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Creation, Creativity, katana, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, the Sun, wordplay

ASLEEP

folded and
folded

again
and again

legendary, the way
you tempered my metal

until finally I was
pure shape of sword
razor-
sharp katana

and whilst you
slept, worm out by
this endeavor

I popped out
into the garden to
observe the sunrise

which
rose

on cue
its rule
still assured

as
bold in demeanor
as if just
painted by Picasso, the
canvas
not yet dry

at least two
furnaces
engaged and active
in the Universe
at this moment

though the one more
fiery and ferocious
in her
bedroom
asleep

OR RIPE CHEESE

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poem, poetry, The Emperor of Ice Cream, Wallace and Grommit, Wallace Stevens

OR RIPE CHEESE

Emperor of
Ice Cream

Queen
of Margarine

Wallace and his dog
composed a poem together
so see
if you can
stop motion animate
that
creative process

using
the usual:
plasticine, modeling clay
or
(of course) ripe
cheese

DOG’S BREAKFAST

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poem, poetry

DOG’S BREAKFAST

I dilly-dally
over my
dog’s
breakfast

as always,
make a meal of it,
(my mind
seemingly hard-
wired to
continually
blow a fuse)

my Father
with his much electrical skill
and seventh Dan
in being a parent

gives me
the standard tutorial:
how superior he is to
me
in every
Universe and
every Dimension

easy then
to see

jump to
prognosis
by way
of diagnosis

why my
worldly and
spiritual achievements
should not amount
to a heap of
beans (cheap
tin of baked, or the
designer red kidney)

not without trying
however

for as it
has always been my father’s dictum
(contra that green
Star Wars idiot)
try,
try,
try
but you
will not succeed

TOLEDO

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Cat, Darwin, dog, poem, poetry

TOLEDO

red
in

tooth
and claw

you say,
Mr Darwin

but
some dogs
secretly carry
scatter
guns
some
chainsaws

whilst for their part
the arch-enemy
the cat
far quieter
an assassin
(as
I’m sure you
would agree)

stock up
on daggers

and perhaps
a beautiful rapier
with
jeweled Basket and
blade of Toledo

THE ONE

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C.G.I., Heaven, poem, poetry

THE ONE

I live and
die

in the shadow
of the terror
of that
mind-breaking
moment

the one where
I discover

that all of Heaven
is just
C.G.I.

POEM IN PASSING

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poem, poetry

POEM IN PASSING

passed on
as you were reading this
or, fiddle with the preposition
a bit,
and say, I passed away

maybe like Hamlet who slew
him who spoke too much
if you know your Shakespeare
perhaps
you may nose me
as you take the stair

Oh, yes, the stair,
perhaps it will appear as escalator
chugging upwards as it
takes me
(Page and Plant playing
THAT song in
the background)

ever upward into
the golden light

which would be odd, and
perhaps not in keeping
with my less than
full relationship with
that glorious metal

scrap of it somewhere at the
bottom of a drawer
neither for good
or evil
no
ring of Sauron to deceive
and bind
just a token of
first and only sad
failed marriage

and here
we have hopped
from one ritual to
another

how is that for
busting continuity

what is next,
birth?

this poem ending as
I first open my eyes

RINSE

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poem, poetry

RINSE

I tell myself
I’m distilling things

but maybe I’m just
churning things around
in my brain
thing little better
than a washing machine
(one with
fuzzy logic)

Oh all that pride
at being so bright and clean
(supernova
pegged on the line)

duped into imagining myself
(think therefore I am) some
transcendent being
replete, complete
in every aspect

but maybe I’m just
thing that lives or dies
doomed to never
or always return

best not
to convince myself
of anything
(can get incarcerated, solitary
confined on
the strength of conviction)

my cloth
not
getting finer
but fraying away

can kid myself
if my
clothes were smarter
skin smoother

could be your lover
(rival the one you dreamed)

so tight
together, you and I
we could create
our own structure

sails, sheets, tents
we could
live so
flagless (not
flawless)

and when
the colours run (as run
they must)

we can think more spotted, more mottled,
more brindled, more flecked,
more
two or
three-toned,
or seriously rainbow striped.