Author Archives: Damian Garside

JOINT PROJECT

my father
loved his meat

a piece of dead pig, sheep
or cow
     for him
the most beautiful thing
in the Universe

these
    the values he
strove to instil

no matter how much everything
became
        disjointed

seems we didn’t quite
share his
    philosophical appetite

19TH LETTER OF THE ALPHABET

the 19th letter
in the alphabet

squirmed, sauntered, slithered
sailed like a liner,
a Spanish galleon,
into the room

where
there is of course
an elephant

everyone is not
noticing, avoiding,
which
I am currently riding

ignoring all the hissing
from my late-coming
sinuous, sleek, slim
sensuous
serpentine friend

THEY

they were pretty sure
you were fixed
for all eternity

but I felt
in my bones
you would go
wandering again

your unsettled soul
foreved ramblimg
needing to
fiind the anchor
you could never
be
  nor provide

the logic here
pretty crippling
      and so I pray
our lives
  never
again cross

unlike this time
no more
    such a time

IN THE ROOM

there
is a snake in the room
telling me things

an Apollonian python
pickimg up vibrations

giving me feedback
across all dimensions

whilst there
stuck in
their chairs

the know everythings
pontificate, legislate, elaborate

somehow this
titanic python
of immortal proportions

Invisible to them
wholly unseen

YOU

I wrote
a poem

penned
a few lines

sent them
to you

Imagining
they might fly
liike  an narrow
or a seabird migrating
South
   battling the aircurrents

flap flap flapping
unstressed stressed
iambic rhythm

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT

we
   are one hundred
percent proof of
space-time
     curvature

we are that system of
geometry where
parallel lines
run parallel
and
  yet they always meet

and so we saw
ourselves
         heading
toeards each other from
opposite ends
of the galaxy

way way faster
than the speed of light

something to do
with sudden simultaneity
and memory
   of our entanglement

STA R

could have dreamt
a reality for you

we could have dreamt
a reality
    for each other

but non-event  chirped
                    sick
and sanctimonius
shadow-
spouted
     guff
from his stupid black book

that timing
was terrible nothing
     was possible

and so
   we lived our lives not
realizing we were
waiting for each
other
     found each other

even as
       hearing that
the Universe
now set
     to repeat, geared
forever re-run

northerly and southerly
such
   opposite winds
currents, tides

did
   once tragically contend
now
melt
      in each other’s arms