GOOD MORNING

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GOOD MORNING

I wanted to say
“good morning”
but the words
would not
come

and what use
are words anyway now
because this is
the world of
data, data

every facet of life
and self atomized
vaporized
boiled down to
data

served every which way
stripped of
human
meaning
void
of right and wrong

good morning
let me say
good morning

there is neither light nor darkness
where I am right now
just odd bits and bytes to
switch me
off
my program having run

MINESTRONE

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cannibal, Hannibal Lecter, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, popular culture, The Silence of the Lambs, value, writing

MINESTRONE

cockamamie
cockaleekie

your poetry
is
minestrone

not the
kind that I
would imagine
Hannibal Lecter
reading
to Bach
of Brahms

or
taking in
with a nice chianti

but I would still
attest to it being
best
served au vin

a la carte not
as buffet or
smorgasbord on
an open
table

though I would not think
the risk to high
that rivals
might take
it upon themselves

to plagiarize your verse
cannibalize your lines

ON THE WALL

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books, Censorship, Devil, library, meaning, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, reading, value

ON THE WALL

was writing
on the wall

when
my pen broke
and the wall
fell down

so the Devil
took me
to his library

gave me
a conducted tour
the floor covered
in pamphlets and
broadsheets of
pain and
hate

the books: more, far more
than I could count
each one
devoid of
context, just
empty text

which was, as
he assured me
how it should be

was
writing on
the wall

think
I’ll rub it out
and start afresh

FINE AND DANDY

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Ark, Biblical, meaning, Noah, poem, Poet, poetic, poetry, value

FINE AND DANDY

Amongst all
things fine
and dandy
that come
in handy

no place for
poetry
no space
on the Ark

no luxury berth
for anything
that does not
put food on
the table

speak the
iron wisdom
of incontrovertible fact

and so I watched
the Ark set sail
as the rain
began falling

beautiful rain, such
huge luscious drops

never to see
such rain
in my lifetime

nor
when the words came

have anyone
to tell.

LOST

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black holes, Consciousness, Humanity, Life, meaning, poem, poetry, Stars, value

LOST

that history
is lost:

no one
asks about
the youth
of a star

or
it’s old age, when
time of
red dwarf beckons or
collapsing under its
gravity to
become singularity

most diabolical truth you
could ever
wish to hear

no, I have done my research, enquired
of every meteor and asteroid, comet
and other dead rock strewn
across the galaxy

interrogated plasma and gas but
the answer is silence
when even a
“do not know” would
bring
(at least) a knowing
smile to my face

WORM

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WORM

sorry to
have to
explain
this poem
to you

sorry to have
to take your hand
guide your
every step
unless

you

fall

like Adam
did

hurtle headlong
out of vision
off the page

tripping over the serpent
curled into a couplet
so well
camouflaged

repenting what
he said to Eve

opening
that can of evil
mortal
worms

watching them
stray out of Eden into
the nearest minefield

so much
love

he felt for
that girl

SORRY

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SORRY

apologies for this poem

because of
my need to
make ends
meet

I have been forced
to allow
for adverts not
necessarily commensurate
with poetic
standards, poetic values

to exploit the shit
out of you
between each stanza
of this poem

sorry!

SHINING

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Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, value

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.

IN GOLD

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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

EVERY SINGLE MOVE

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EVERY 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.