QUANTUM LOVER (LOST FOR WORDS)

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poem, poetry, quantum, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

QUANTUM LOVER (LOST
FOR WORDS)

the quantum lover
appreciates entanglement
will never
diss or
dismiss it
just refuses to let himself
get overruled

his best (naturally)
is
twin slit experiment
(am I the
wave
are
you
the particle?

so dark in here, and unforgivably Platonic,
let’s shed
some light on the matter
go
Aristophanes

moments like this
hopping back and
forth
between metaphor
and synecdoche

your mouth open, making sounds consonant,
you got the rhythm, the rhythm
the rhythm

just
with all this practice versus theory
and sweet implementation

a trifle, a smidgen, a little iota of
all the small, small synonyms
in my thesaurus

lost for words

ASLEEP

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Creation, Creativity, katana, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, the Sun, wordplay

ASLEEP

folded and
folded

again
and again

legendary, the way
you tempered my metal

until finally I was
pure shape of sword
razor-
sharp katana

and whilst you
slept, worm out by
this endeavor

I popped out
into the garden to
observe the sunrise

which
rose

on cue
its rule
still assured

as
bold in demeanor
as if just
painted by Picasso, the
canvas
not yet dry

at least two
furnaces
engaged and active
in the Universe
at this moment

though the one more
fiery and ferocious
in her
bedroom
asleep

MINUS ELEVEN

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Medieval, music rock music, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, Spinal Tap, Trump, wordplay

MINUS ELEVEN

“Those go to eleven”.
This is Spinal Tap

rushed across the drawbridge
squeezed through the portcullis
medieval mellotron
and distortion pedals
strapped across my back

going crazy with enthusiasm
to record your exit as
musical soundtrack
last theme to
weave into the fabric
of a concept album
capture
the cacophony
of your court

as progressive rock
goes
hoping to
out affirm Yes, out
Crimson King Crimson with
pure pandemonium

as the forces of the body politic
hustle you, usher you,
throw you out

drop you
from the height of your
cataclysmic tower

who knows how definitive
this as fall from grace

into a new life
scowling
before the law, who
can guess
what
reduced ratings

everything in all their
small-sphere Universe of
entirety

Moon, Fool,
Death,
Devil

collapsing like a
house of
allegorical cards

and all the while
angelic trumpets almost pealing
though
none so strong left
to play
or even
spin for you

strange how lies supposed to found thousand
year reichs by the thousand

suddenly
stuck at
minus eleven

lose both the picture
and the sound

DAZE

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Aphrodite, goddess, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, wordplay

DAZE

my philosopher lecturer
looks like Aphrodite

she is
sublimely good
on the pre-Socratics

serves up
Aristotle and Plato
with such
a sweet sauce

her lectures on
Hegel and Marx
were simply electric

she is happily married to
a guy who
works with his hands, services
jet engines

and when
I sit in her class
I absorb just
about everything

in same ecstatic daze
they discuss in The Symposium
(Plato and gang)
I figure
that if
she were really the goddess
it would be saying something

forget
Heraclitus
and his
never the
same river story

mere mortals
have been falling for her image
from the beginning of time

MILKSHAKE

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love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

MILKSHAKE

let others drink
your milkshake

coffee
strawberry
salted caramel
chocolate

whichever
is the milkshake
that you do

my imagination
is locked into
plain vanilla
(wish it were
darker
but what
can you do?)

but let me
rather concentrate
on the taste
of your perfume

lick it
off
drop
by drop

not one for
bubbly, frothy, ice-
creamy drinks

or anything
connected with fast food

REVIVAL

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death, philosophical, poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

REVIVAL

they tried
to revive
the philosopher

but he was
too cold

there was, once they
had removed the packaging,

no dotted line along which
to fold
or cut,
for that matter
if he needed surgery

for looking out
through the window
of this perspective

no one could tell
what he would need
for full reparation

whether a canto or a stanza
or just two
lines
might give him
enough life-
blood inspiration to
Lazarus rise

resume
teaching all
the empiricist and
rationalist stuff

impossible
to reconcile

WASHED AWAY (IN SPAIN)

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poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

WASHED AWAY (IN SPAIN)

do you have
the Literature

have you read it?
are you
poring over it
even as we speak.

Plainly, it is raining
a drenched to the skin
utter downpour

if you cannot find shelter
secure a roof over your head

all those pages
someone poured their
lifeblood into

are going to get
washed away

nothing is indelible
once it has
gone

however,
somehow, some way
some day,
it will return
be back again

NEWSFLASH

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Alien, Censorship, Humanity, wordplay

NEWSFLASH

They came. They invaded. Ultimately
they conquered.

Things are quiet now. What more can I say about them?

What more dare I say; am I allowed to say about them?

JUNGFRAU

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love, poem, poetry, wordplay

JUNGFRAU

if we map
your body

where shall we
put Iceland
where shall
we put
Asia
where
the Equator?

And tropic Capricorn
and tropic Cancer?

Where is Olympus, where
is Persepolis? Where
are the Elysian Fields?
Where is
Tartarus? Where Hades?

Where
the rock
to which
Prometheus chained
for stealing fire?

Oh you do know baby
would love to steal
your fire

if there
are no
stars to
guide me
should light
my way

up the Matterhorn
down
the Jungfrau

both of us
right on the pinnacle
could it
be K2

show me the map
let me find the great peaks

if this be
K2
would be K
for the both of us
K
for us two

best K
we ever had
journeying from
North to
South
traveling from
East
to West

and back
again

from pole to
pole
my
utopia is
you

LET ME

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Ending, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, postmodern, Reader, transformation, wordplay, writing

LET ME

into this truly devious art
let me initiate you

what we have here
is a written document
scarcely different
from any other,
like Gutenberg’s Bible
in readable print

except, if you are sharp
of sense, quick
on the uptake
you may have discerned
in the pursuit of something
out of the ordinary
the lines are not
equal
lines are
not equal

and, dare I say it, there is oft repetition
(I wish to alert you to the possibility
you may well
be surprised to
encounter repetition)
and rhyme too: slight and subtle
or heavy and, ahem, egregious (yes, Mr Mathers,
I’m
pointing at you)

but
the one true difference
the one solid, spiritual difference,
that I’m sure
you will struggle to
agree with

is that
whilst documents are inked, poems
are in blood

like this little blood offering
you are welcome to
do what you wish with

feel free
to
sublimate this
sacrifice

use
it well

for purposes good,
better, best

or badly, yes
treacherously and
delicious badly

reading everything here quite otherwise
finding (alighting
upon)
no saccharine stand-in or make-do
but one-hundred and
ninety-nine percent ( I promise you)
raw
and refined
pure syrup-sweet perverse