DAWN
dawn
but it is never
a true dawn is it?
always just a metaphor
for a thing that can never be
and so that border zone
between soft light
and soft darkness
must surrender
the light proclaims itself
another day, and
big deal
soon the machine warms up
sets itself the task
of fulfilling
the mandate
day as before, as yesterday,
as every day that has ever been
STAR
a star
came
close to you
too close
to you
frazzled yoi
left you
insane
eyes bulging
with neon
wild
lurid ultra violence
you mistook
for exaltation
for a sacred
script
uniquely revealed
SALAD DAY
I curl up
at the edges
nibble at
whatever stale salad
happens to be in the fridge
(which jokingly I designate
my Salieri salad)
these days
no one to share a joke
with (on point, or
off-colour)
no one to
profess to, moths devouring
my academic gown
no one
ventures here
onto the farm to
find me in my cave
my tiny
cave
no visitors here, well,
not since Plato.
CHRISTIAN
they tried to grab
Christian McCaffrey
to give him
his award
but they
couldn’t catch him
couldn’t see him
he was moving so fast
one moment
on the fifty yard
line
the next in the end zone
where not blocking for
Brandon or Deebo
or taking a
catch before
firing booster jets
DUAL CITIZEN
I am writing you
this missive
conscious of the tiny
devil on my shoulder
winged like a bat
trying to
get my poem
to parrot
the rhetoric
that just steams out
of his mouth
hot Nuremberg style
meanwhile, the other
entity meant to balance
this duality
(put stuff in equipoise
to reflect
a Gemini moon)
creature angelic but
in semi-
state of rapture
leaving me to my
own
(and demonic devices)
as it flutters below
the ceiling chasing
less
than celestial light
and so, here it is, a
text which
could have been
more measured, produced
better
individuation
come to your reckoning, I guess
you will be caught
in
and between,
unsure
of where I stand
and where
to put your feet
remember the truisms about
lining and cloud
(Blake’s
little imp)
silver where leaden
but all manner of danger
should
they beam pure gold
I tell you this
with heart undivided
yet
complete dual citizen
AND FEEL
they told me to write
fill
the page
I wrote and
I wrote
but the page
kept getting longer
tried
wtiting in circles
writing into
the mirror
but it
did not really help me
I wrote
and I wrote
page
keeps getting
longer
they told me to
write what
I see
and feel
ONE AND ONLY
imagine
you are one
moment
naked in
the street
in Hamburg
the one before
in Strawberry Fields
with Yoko
the next
being introduced to
Paul
the next being blown
away by a jealous soul
with a snub-
nosed special
imagine a
world become
so non-linear
everything you are and were
revolving forever on a carousel
imagine that
Mr Sergeant Pepper’s
one and
only Billy Shears
EITHER
being the Niners
we are either
going to fail abysmally
or hit transcendental
soar to unseen
new levels
most likely though,
would be
both
one
then the other
in the course of one game
FILES
wrote this poem
for you
because
you think
like a sponge
think like
a machine
will hold it
in your heart
of hearts
stacked and
Dewey-systemed
amongst
all your
digital loves
digital files
poems 2 die for