BY DEFINITION

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Author, existence, poem, Poet, poetry, writing

BY DEFINITION

look at this poem
of mine
how shamelessly begging,
craving acceptance!

not knowing what it would do
if you did not
deign to read this
effort

acknowledging
my labour
at least,
and thus, tending to prove,
on the balance
of probabilities

that
poem and
poet
might, by definition,
be said to exist

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FADE

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loss, Lost, love, poem, poetry, Separation

FADE

win some
lose some

somewhere
I lost you

left you
back there
now suddenly secure
in your
own galaxy

whilst
at the pace
I was moving

the constellations
shape-shifted
took new
shapes and
forms
before they did fade

to size smaller
than pin-prick
and then, to nothing

and yet in my mind
still time left for
that universe
all my life
left for
your world

BEAUTIFUL

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death, Ending, loss, love, poem, poetry

BEAUTIFUL

we do not find
redemption

it is never
our call to make

I wander across the snow and ice
so few breaths left and
the wounds love gave me
beginning to tear

and yet
where is the blood you
were expecting: a desultory few
warm drops against
this expanse of white

the darkness at least
falling, promising to
make this last moment beautiful

CATHEDRAL

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Evil, Humanity, poem, poetry, religion, satire

CATHEDRAL

they are at
war with each
other

the two
magnificent
cathedrals

even
as they face each
other, stare
across the street
in hatred, in
open hostility

the church of
mindlessness
and the church
of anti-
humanity

still glowering, plotting
each other’s demise

in a world without irony
no one sees that
they are
in fact
the same
equal reflections
of the one, true faith

NOCTURNE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

NOCTURNE

“Ruthlessly, in despite of itself,
the Enlightenment has extinguished
any trace of its own self-consciousness.”
Adorno

day has
ended

they be
tellin us
they told
the Sun
just so

and he
don’t hav
to pitch up
tomorra

like us
he gonna
just hav
to belief

no more day
night
forever

this thing
they gone
done decreed

POEM FOR FATHER’S DAY

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comical, Darth Vader, father, Father's Day, ironical, poem, poetry, Star Wars

POEM FOR FATHER’S DAY

such a sad day
when my
father broke it
to me

that Darth Vader
wasn’t my
father

nor
distant cousin
either

in a galaxy
far, far away

OH, AMERICA

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America, American Literature, death, Ending, Ginsberg, Kerouac, loss, Lost, poem, poetry, Whitman, writing

OH, AMERICA

Oh America
what happened to
your Jack Kerouac?

your plains poetry and
needle-sharp epic of the
urban jungle?

last time I saw Ginsberg and
Whitman they were
both on pension
ekeing out an existence
on sunlight
down there in Florida

and Burroughs: he was doing cut ups
with lease agreements and tax receipts.

I am last person to look to
for elegy, obituary,
last word on the passing
of blinding era of
doped-up genius.

WITHOUT PRECEDENCE

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anarchism, anarchy, currency, Dream, Humanity, meaning, money, poem, poetry, wordplay

WITHOUT PRECEDENCE

fuck paper money
let’s make dreams
our currency

how beautiful the
act of exchange

and nothing counterfeit
about them
at all

nor any dead
politician’s face
there to
validate them

SELL

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demon, good v evil, poem, poetry

SELL

decided to keep my sanity
cut out my
inner demon

who called me down
for a few stiff drinks
telling me
that it would be a waste
of labour and energy,
unnecessary mutilation
since at first sight
if a blade he
would go much
much deeper
truly submerge

and yet be there still
in dreams and abstracted moments
those wandering offs
into wasteland or wilderness

there to resume the titanic, cosmic fight
but down here on the local, guerrilla,
deeply personal level

the habitual dialectic, ongoing battle
here in the self:
whether to be good or bad or
neutral or
cynically indifferent

in the absence of clear rewards and punishments
a rather difficult sell

OF THE WINE-DARK SEA

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Alien, mythology, Narrative, Ocean, poem, poetry, Reader, sea, Universe, writing

OF THE WINE-
DARK SEA

I regaled the aliens
with the epics of Homer

saw the look on their faces
when they first encountered
the concept of
thousand-ship beauty

nod in agreement when
finding easy cosmic equivalents
from their intergalactic experience
of the
wrath of Poseidon
and seemingly
infinite immensity
of the wine-dark sea.