AS HE SAID

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Capitalism, Garden of Eden, Genesis, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, poor, property, rich, satire

AS HE SAID

As he said
that Colonel Jessup
we can’t
handle the truth

him garding Eden’s dominions
from those who would strip it from
its appointed landlords

but truth
did taste so
succulent all
of a sudden

the sensuously striped
serpent
rolling its eyes

(filling us with such
bravado
that we felt it
such a
sure thing to
bet on ourselves)

and we
sent packing, and the
royal vermin squirming in
enclosing everything under
what they
term “jurisdiction”

Oh, now we
nakedly, ashamedly
need
clothing and
shelter

so many
slum properties available
for rental

so many cherub children
stitching, stitching, stitching
down in
the sweat houses so
that
there will be cloth.

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PRINTS

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aliens, guilt, Innocence, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, writing

PRINTS

they dusted the
planet
for prints

but nothing clear
nothing smudged

not event a
hint

of a trail
of evidence

no sign of anyone, anything
with fingers innocent
or decidedly guilty

but everywhere
a smoking gun

SEX N SHIT

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Chess, Metaphor, poem, poetry, sex, wordplay, writing

SEX N SHIT

sex is like
chess

both about
the beautiful
moves

chess is
not
like
sex

chess is all
about the win

CONCORDAT

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Humanity, Imagination, left brained, objective, poem, poetry, right brained, subjective, Universe, writing

CONCORDAT

the Universe
produced
a concordat

has
an index,
a glossary

however
it has
neither
epilogue, nor
introduction

is bereft
of
pages, lines,
acts and scenes

which is
to be
expected

what you get
when the mind goes
so left-brained

POLITICIAN MAN

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

POLITICIAN MAN

politician man
him bring big
bread and butter
issue of
the one percent

him
so many
surprises
sneaky
disguises

him bend
word like a
spoon
in machine-
mind
Matrix land

ALADDIN

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Arabian Nights, Imagination, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

ALADDIN

I want to
go Scheherazade

write your body
dangling every
participle
splitting infinitives

and then
climatically, shout
out that you
best
give me
keys, afford
me passwords

open
sesame your
body (how
dare it refuse
my much
giant voice so
at the top
of my game?)

or more circumspect, and
gentle
dear reader
in art of
deft manipulation

I rub
you rub
we rub
that magic
lamp
so rub, rub,
rub it
twice together

summoning, releasing
the bottled genie
whereupon
I boldly

point, unmistakably and
crudely, to where the target points
of all three wishes
in you
completely do cohere

WILL OF THE PEOPLE

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Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, wordplay

WILL OF THE PEOPLE

so now
you are
the people

its perfect embodiment
and I
by same
definition
am denuded
stripped
of a
voice
disenfranchised

whilst you
are all
voice
all snapping jaw
curses and
demandings

but there again
in your
anti-
humanity
you don’t sound
people, person,
human
at all

just this ugly offensive
blood-sucking parasite
history
needs to swot
to save
our narrative

or smash into nothingness
with a thousand, a million
a billion baseball bats

we
can pretty
much calm it

a home run

TO THE BRIM

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death, Humanity, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

TO THE BRIM

we hatched together

one heart, one
soul, an
item,
a commodity

up there, however,
the duality of the stars
belied as much
as bespoke
the mythology of twins

to ripple that perfection
to become the chimera
of one beautiful
sexual beast

let
afterwards

be so much
afterglow

it feels like
we are become hologram
that the Universe
has become hologram

and
despite the
sad reality that is
realization of distinctness,
separation, difference

we are, at least, common in
this
being absolutely soaked
through
each other
(with
and in)

full,
to the brim

OMELETTE

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poem, poetry, power

OMELETTE

made an omelette
with magic mushrooms
and shallots

cooked it until it browned
a little, got golden

flat as a
desert, no thought
of surface
of the Moon

and so, they say, egg is
metaphor of the cosmos

from which
we are born, from
which we escape

this came to mind
as I was jiving rhyme:
Pandora, parabola —
trying out
feminine, unstressed endings

here at breakfast
my coffee as
dark

as your
gorgeous skin

ARISTOTLE

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Aristotle, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetics, satire, writing

ARISTOTLE

Aristotle defined
metaphor as travel

not thinking flight
though that obviously
comes to
a modern mind

my metaphors
seem to
be of
flawed design

do not soar like
Sukhoi
(far more
able than Icarus
to test the
heavens)

no
they

whirl like dervishes
swirl things
into the mix
like
chefs gone wildly
eccentric, crazy in
their blending

or, synthesis aside,
the twirl as they parachute-fall
like the
seeds of
a sycamore

tree of
my childhood

so long ago, way
further in the past (for me)
than Aristotle with
his absolute
poetics and
failed teleology.