SHINING
On the table a gold sovereign
for which I would sacrifice
everybody, everything
start the war
to end all
wars
so much death
and bloodshed
my sovereign
still shining.
26 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted Humanity, Paradox, paradoxical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, satire, Uncategorized
in22 Sunday Sep 2019
IN GOLD
a poem
worth its
weight
in gold
sublimely
light
hard to
keep it
down
on the page
feathering
Its engines
coming in
for
landing
here’s its
sunset clause
(tastes like
tequila so
you
will need
lemon
salt
sugar
no that’s
absinthe
anyway, Lucy,
soon to be here
in the spotlight
ready for
you
to take
in a cube
you might swallow
(read the
gold
lettering)
ready to
replace
sheer self-
indulgence
of 24 carat
gold-
dusted
fillet
steak
17 Tuesday Sep 2019
Posted Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Uncategorized
inEVERY SINGLE MOVE
I asked the Universe “why”?
and the Universe answered
“how should
I reply?”
“how is it
incumbent upon me
to give you definitive meaning
when your most
prestigious philosophers tell you
the question is
hopeless, or, worse, unanswerable
or, worse still, irrelevant?”
I thanked the Universe for
our time alone
noting,with cutting
irony, that
I am always alone
always marked out as Damian
the insufferable asking
quite pointless
questions
doomed to
do so
until I die
and stop putting
the Universe on the spot
whilst the great multi-dimensional game
carries on regardless, whether
or not there
are players
from the outside, from
our flat and straightforward,
turned-back-on-itself reality
it looks like
two separate boards
two
polarized realities
white against white
black
against black
the monochrome pieces operating on
their monochrome battlefield
hard to
figure out tactics, or strategy
the logic
and purpose behind
every single move.
17 Tuesday Sep 2019
Posted Humanity, identity, love, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Value and meaning
in15 Sunday Sep 2019
Posted Capitalism, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, satire, Uncategorized, Value and meaning
inTags
Capitalism, meaning, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, satire, value
AND SHINY SHOES
the jury’s back
we’re the
most pathetic
believing in
beauty when
there
is none
it’s all so
faithless now
belief
just
a ruse
it’s all
digital dollar
and shiny
shoes
and the corporate bluster
all we can
muster
sum
of all
value and
meaning
lowest common
denominator
turned
principle
of truth
01 Sunday Sep 2019
Posted Humanity, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Uncategorized, Value and meaning
inSPHERE OF
INFLUENCE
atom
is smaller
than
Astro
smaller
than Smartie
smaller
than
jelly bean
smaller
than Eminem
(the sweet and not
the human
rapper being)
being being different from bean
one sometimes gets
seduced by the rhyme
by the
assonance
nothing smaller than an atom
–no, not even
a molecule
and not my sphere
of influence
01 Sunday Sep 2019
Posted Capitalism, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, satire, Uncategorized
inMONEY TREE
money
tree
there is no
money tree
need to
disabuse me
of this in
case it has
taken root
inside my head
when it was me
who took
to the supermarkets
to preach this
philosophy
hectoring the converted: Oh so
easy
such
a cheap
trick
no problem
inducing them
to believe
the money tree
(if well there
were one)
could afford
no leaves
to smoke
not a strip
of bark
to stew
just a thing that
you cannot prune or
put a lit on
cannot bonsai
will grow high
as giant’s beanstalk
will expand exponential
fast
as digital transaction
faster
than the eye can see
and Oh, our
little lives lived
under its massive shade
from
cliche of
cradle to the
grave
we white, black, brown
wanting
to eat your fruit, rise
like your timber
in your one
true alchemy shed
our diversity, turn
absolutely green
the sky thinning above us
as the trunk, the branches
thrust through
the atmosphere
lording
it
above the world
reducing the concept of
shared humanity
laundering
down
to lowest
common denominator
bad
reductio ad absurdum
in
which
bower
with which
under which
spreading boughs
we must
abide
short of the outrage of
axing the forest
finding fresh currency
for every
bleeding heart
04 Sunday Aug 2019
Posted death, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Value and meaning, writing
in14 Sunday Jul 2019
Tags
meaning, Mirror, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, semiotics, value, writing
IF I SAY SO MYSELF
there’s pollution
in my poem
too deep to
remove
without damage
to the textthis, of course,
means it
fails the
acid test
of perfect mirrorfails to
perform
as any
kind of
mirror
at alljust is
what it is
thing mistaken,
conflicted, pollutedtrying
and
failing(so beautifully, if
I say so myself)not to
be, like you
and like me,anything so
truly and deeply
polluted at all
13 Saturday Jul 2019
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in