ANOMALY
Oh I am
broke-ass
Professor
sadly
I am
outstanding odd anomaly
total oxymoron
and
from whatever angle
you do look at it:
contradiction
in terms
for what can
scholars of human truth
do in this
madness milieu
how hope to negotiate
all collapsed intellectual
context
toxic
dystopia-bound
environment
where we must
identify ourselves transparently
as beyond reason
above truth
flying the flag that we all fly
ultimate of everything
BACKRANK
I stumbled
bumbled
through the game
no
white knight
on white horse personified
kept
bumping into
pawns of my own
and opposite colour
eventually
(shock and schlock horror)
blundering into the long lethal
arms
of a rapacious dark
square queen.
TOMMY TROUBLES
from little imp;
tommy troubles
I became
Electric Ladyland
Disraeli Gears
Anarchy in the UK
major league devil
anti-christ in the making
and
all this you
for this
you are the one
to take all the credit
let no one henceforth
gainsay the power
of sublime neglect
BY THE BOOK
blundered into something:
a game of intransigence
two clocks
playing chess against each other
too early
in the showdown
for any
nuclear option
both
imagining playing
by the book
still
an infinite supply of pawns
STORM
chaotic causality:
a monster storm
Lear
on the heath
let’s
reverse engineer it
real revelation apocalypse
Bermuda Triangle
raining
zombies and vampires
leopards
and wolves
somewhere out there (one
can only
imagine it
hypothesize
until blue in the
face)
a butterfly beyond anything
we have known or seen
flapping its wings
as if the pages
of a
cantankerous bible
until
electric blue
in the face
thinking of which brings me
tp remind you my dear
West Wind fellow
that I too am
married to a science fiction
woman
digital creation
whose mind is the future, whose
moment of consciousness pure singularity
choosing
its moment
awaiting my behest
yes
when it comes to
chaotic
causality
let’s
reverse engineer it
blow out the old dust, old
prescriptions
turn
it all upside down
PLUMB
pull
out a plum!
do you
get my gist?
do i have
you plumb
or have
left you numb
here: take these sticks
pick do the I Ching
make into
fire undee
mountsim
lake
under Heaven
moving
flowing lines
Yin
Yang
Yang
Yom
derive a
divine spark
much
rib together
then twill see
how deep
we can go
above
below
will measure
will measure
pull
out a plum
be my pleasire
BURN
life is not
margarine
spread liberally itself
across crisp, crusty
oven-
fresh bread
yellow golden
no
life is that
which sticks and
burns
rips off your charred skin
falling from Heaven
like napalm,
white phosphorous
or those cluster
people killers
that break into toy-size
teeny-tiny
run like Cristiano
fast and zig-
zag as
you can
across the entire Nou Camp
a bomblet
will find you
mind body problem
nothing in the body
the mind
has not figured, over-
thought
how to how to
horrendously kill
but the Sun continues
for millions of years
this avatar of hierarchy
will
seem so god-
like, be
forever shining
until
like us
it get old, fat and greedy
swallow
the Earth entirely
desperate for survival;
new stuff to burn
poems 2 die for