DENIAL

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apocalyptic, climate change, denial, Global warming, Ocean, poem, poetry, psychological

DENIAL

in your sublime
state of denial
can’t say that
it will be
the obvious
iceberg into
which
you will fatally crash

no, you will
be lucky find an
ice cub never mind
an iceberg
with the planet’s
climate turned to
broil, to
barbecue grill

denial will be
the ocean pouring
through your
windows, through
your front door

and you standing there
with fake immunity syndrome

a the
man-eating sharks follow
perhaps a great
white in there (turning
death denial into
delicious irony)

RIDGE

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dysfunction, Family, poem, poetry, psychological, War

RIDGE

there is
a demon
in every
family

and I don’t
mean like
dirt behind
the fridge

look in
the cupboard
you may
or may
not see
someone
left a
night-glo
plastic
skeleton

the demon
there
you whole life
but about
to desert
you

like all
in your
unit

each one’s
special, private
demon

refusing
to self-sacrifice
will
flee
the battle

when in the name
that all is
Holy to
the God of
Nations

the
highest
in the
hierarchy

National Lord
of Demons orders
you
die in
defence of
all your loved ones

attacking
the loved ones
who hold
that ridge

NIGHT POEM

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poem, poetry, psychological, Reader, writing

NIGHT POEM

I danced with
your monsters

wrote them
a poem

do not forget
to read it
to them

when they
emerge

insist you
devote yourself
to darkness
and to night.

CREATURE

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apocalyptic, Censorship, Creativity, Frankenstein monster, Humanity, identity, mass politics, mob, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, power, psychological

CREATURE

I am a creature
of rhythm
and rhyme
no longer
fit into
your paradigm
which has shifted,
turned
from Sun to
Moon
from place
of fire to
dark, cold crater
(on side that
never sees
the Earth)

and worse,
I suspect my difference
means you
must kill if
you catch me

and so, already running but
will you hunt me?
I look for torches but
of course there are
none

that you
no longer see, are
stumbling in darkness
does not mean
you are not coming

your true meaning
always in form of
mob or
possee

herein alone your
sense of certainty

as I
leave words to
hide
and reveal my trail

TREE

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Consciousness, Creativity, History, Humanity, identity, Language, meaning, metafiction, Metaphor, metapoetic, Narrative, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, postmodern, postmodernist, psychological, spiritual, transformation, Universe, writing

TREE

asked a tree
if it — we — had
a history

or if we were just fictional beings in
a simulation, as Buddha
did
in fact suggest
(struggling to incarnate as
Keanu Siddhartha)

possible to
efface as
glitches in
the system

characters to be rewritten
(structural flaws
to correct)

making for something that
lends itself to
deeper analysis
better
viewing, reading
in mode
lyric, comic, tragic

or postmodern self-
reflexive that somehow
narrates itself

and so,
I asked a tree, am
still waiting in quandary

nothing as it
should be
(as many as leaves, all
its thoughts
waiting to
be
signifier signified connected

spliced and grafted,
assessed, processed)

QUITE

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Lacan, Language, poem, poetry, psychoanalytical, psychological, Unconscious

QUITE

the unconscious

is
structured
like

a language

Lacan said this but
I did not
understand

it quite

being unconscious

BODY TELLS YOU

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Beauty, Creation, Creativity, erotic, female, Humanity, identity, innuendo, Language, loss, love, male, meaning, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, power, psychological, semiotics, sexual symbolism, the body, transformation, woman, wordplay, writing

BODY TELLS YOU

body tells you
are entering
dark world

no
uncertain terms

this body
you reject as
foreign virus, want nothing to
do with, can’t conceive
of anything to do with

Oh for a Universe
where we are all networked, we are
all reiteration, repetition,
we do not mince words
every sentence
has an
exclamation mark and
we stomp through the future like
sexual cyborgs
whose passion is
pre-coded in
each nuclear fuel cell

I digress
hopefully depress

would I could fly off at a tangent
hit escape velocity
and not stop until
I have left the
solar system met

Vega’s blue aliens

and yet
something in how I was written
sure to get me
boomeranging back to you
(aches beyond human understanding
down deep and dreamtime in my didgeridoo)

your pet theory
poet on a leash

otherwise
no ties
to hold me

or matching handkerchief

but
slipping the wire
snaking away

today I’m the dog in the adage
having my day

my energies
to the naked eye semi-
invisible

not yet the sort
that smash, mutate flesh

and yet
almost if upon cue
my body
to frail, odd
to contain
crumbles, falls to bits

Oh that I had that red boiling blood
of the raw alpha predator

not gamma guy
seems to
have the Cain trademark branding of
an entirely different galaxy

Oh
your palace of the self
that you assumed
safe for centuries

is tipping, toppling, enduring
the inconvenience of
slightly more than slight seismic shift

slides into an ocean of
collapsing Moon cards

my body
ever a mirror for
such phenomenal
conjuncture

gone liquid metal to
Mercury-message you

that which the future has determined, has
sworn it will have from us, will
absolutely make of us

would rise from its grave
having won every bet

LIKE I DO

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father, Oedipal, poem, poetry, psychoanalytical, psychological, satire

Dan (it rhymes
with “man”)

sleeps twenty
solid hours

wakes, farts,
makes a child

hammers his current horde
of kids for
making fundamental
mistakes in
reciting his philosophy

or in singing the
Dan-forever, heroic song

but
give credit
where credit is due

he does not wake up
twisted, broken, cursing
ready to kill
at a moment’s notice

struggling in the dreadful
tidal pull of the Oedipal

like I do
like I do

SHADOW

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poem, poetry, psychological, semiotics, writing

every word
casts a
shadow

is steeped
in shadow

says the opposite
of what you
wish to say

and there you are
feted, celebrated
for your words

which laugh and joke
at so much
got wrong

GASLIT

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Alien, narcissism, poem, poetry, psychological, satire

GASLIT

peering from deep space
(with alien eyes like
the avaricious Martians
in H. G. Wells’ novel)

no question that Earth
is not
planet inhabited

gaslit, shining through space,
Mother of life and lies

lies, lies and
more lies

sign of our glorious godlike
human race