WITHOUT PRECEDENCE

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anarchism, anarchy, currency, Dream, Humanity, meaning, money, poem, poetry, wordplay

WITHOUT PRECEDENCE

fuck paper money
let’s make dreams
our currency

how beautiful the
act of exchange

and nothing counterfeit
about them
at all

nor any dead
politician’s face
there to
validate them

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SOURCE MATERIAL

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poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

SOURCE MATERIAL

made it my mission
swam back up to the source
if not against the grain
then against the stream

expecting things to clarify: get sweeter, purer
more transparent
turn clear as crystal, go 24 carat,
plain and simple as
Socrates standing in the centre of Athens

but they didn’t: the glacier leading
to the base camp was a terrible, blasted place
as much hostile world
as you can find on this planet

so alien, so cruel, so
first principle beautiful

with avalanche or ice crevasse
just so happening to
have your name on it, to shatter

all illusions
break your aesthetic

put its deadly god and goddess fist
through the heart of your mirror

leaving you with shards,
fragments of whole picture

vision of origin, triumph,
completeness that
never was
that never existed

in the first place.

GONE FISSILE IN ME

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Michel Foucault, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, wordplay, writing

GONE FISSILE IN ME

linguistically
I am
capable

K-pa-bill

near
insatiable

words pouring out of me
like
there is a fire

and this
a hose

ready to drench or smother? No
not so
just as in that
tricky article
by Foucault

absence of leverage (neither
button nor function) when
it comes to
control

no Scorcese of the scene
pointing to who speaks, telling
which way to
go

just me in meltdown, going
verbal Chernobyl

thy rods and thy word stuff
gone Geiger through the roof
so
fissile in me

CHECKLIST

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innuendo, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

CHECKLIST

took a checklist
into your bedroom
wanted to
count the
fifty shades
so carefully

see if there
wasn’t a shade
of pink
amongst all
that gray

RK

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innuendo, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay

RK

if soul is
desert you
are

its walking oasis

if body is
temple

you
are its
steeple

lifting me as
high as a
(burning)
cathedral

DELICIOUS

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death, fish, Global warming, horoscope, Humanity, meaning, mythology, Nazi, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmddern, poverty, power, Reader, satire, sea, simulation, South Africa, spiritual, Universe, Water, Water power astrological, wordplay, writing

DELICIOUS
(at Ocean Basket, 6/6/2019)

depression
recession
world heading back
to the 30s

I eat my designer
fish and chips whilst
the world goes crazy
channeling inner fascist
like some
scab on the planet

it’s my day for reading
birth charts and
you are all
Scorpio Capricorn Scorpio

so deep water sign and
high mountain goat we go
whilst the Universe
simulates whim, cons as
if capricious

so much to write about but
the pen seems hardly willing, battling
undertow, inertia
up in the clouds you
know it
is death zone but
the age pulls this trick
that there
is no spiritual narrative
may not be
a summit

one falls into space when
opening up to expectation

see: the pen
has written something

and the fish
is delicious

YES

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innuendo, poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

YES

yes
yes
yes
yes
yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
yes

perhaps

OK

maybe

FREE VERSE

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Censorship, Humanity, irony, Life, meaning, North Korea, Nuclear, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire, War, wordplay

FREE VERSE

“Traditionally, the scenes on the arena floor take place against an ever-changing backdrop, made up of thousands of children turning the coloured pages of books in sequence to create giant images rippling across one side of the stadium.” Justin McCurry in The Guardian

the Book of the People
is multi-
dimensional

there is gold out there, by way
of alchemies
if you would only stop, just
so much as
care

to read
between the lines

and as you do say, do faithfully report,
across vistas of dancing children:
eager rainbows, the pages ripple

swirl like golden spirals
which can be translated into
harder synonyms

the whole here read
for convenience across rank, down file

words single-filing silently, acutely conscious
how, according to the simile that is
collapsed metaphor they
are but bullets loaded

cliches of critical mass, whose
aesthetics may
well confound but

the sun of their meaning tots, adds up
every little mind so
nicely calibrated
for simultaneous fire

THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

NEIN

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poem, poetry, satire, War, wordplay