GOLD
Ah! Mr
spokeperson all
that glitters
you shred what
was written
cover to
cover
as aligned with
every slurred devil
every
monster that
blasphemes
and this
before you
even read it
not even a single
painstakingly argued
ruthlessy documented
worth
sent
from ths South
our humble submission
where
all are
savages
know nothing
write anything.
THORNY
so much
ice in nice
in splice
and lice
barely
suffice
and there it is
in police too
shows what the brain
can scrabble through
a rose
by any other name
would be as thorny
thorns can do pretty much
all the bad
that barbed wire do
OF DARKNESS
devil poet
of the children
of darkness
yes, I can
live with that
coming from
the mouth
of such
a monster
of light
except
there might be
a conundrum
of physics
here
absolute confusion
and conflation
of fire
and light
not to
mention so
flagrantly angelic
in your
contempt for the law
CHARLES
wanting the dream life
of a poet
Charlie L
put his faith in Spinoza
write with determination
and thd Universe
will determine
the world will
find its way and
death will come middle –
aged
find him
at the poverty shelter
under his pillow, big
as a gong,
the poetry medal
he once won
not
by a lomg shot tragic, nowhere
near the world’s greatest
not even
an also ran, but
despite myself
I care
CA -CHING!
I asked the I Ching
am I loved?
made
a full inquiry
so many moving lines
I fear
every line moving
so many possibilities, dimensions,
levels of speculation
in the light of which
impossible to come up
with a
solid interpretation
except to notice
that, like the wind, you
came
and are now gone
CA -CHING!
I asked the I Ching
am I loved?
made
a full inquiry
so many moving lines
I fear
every line moving
so many possibilities, dimensions,
levels of speculation
in the light of which
impossible to come up
with a
solid interpretation
except to notice
that, like the wind, you
came
and are now gone
PHOTOELECTRIC
here I am
discover myself
awash in light
playing with
your photons
each so
beady-eyed
getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic
let there be
care
how
this is done
suddenly your beauty
out
of nowhere
shatter my faith in
all that is
abstract
transcendental
saving me from
consummation
of word
deciding
on necessity
of flesh
BROWSE
forget
about
who wrote this
pen, or keyboard,
you
will
never know
impossible to
ever know
me
find me
and yet
here we
are
finding you
STAR TURN
star of your poet
star of your king
how could you
have let it get
so
lop-
sided
fall
into a black hole
become killing machine?
suck us
all in why don”t you
become all of our
writing
on the wall
sucking us in like
it was all pre-destined
sorry if we feel
no rapture at all
REASON BEING
this is the reason
why I am not a physicist
nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk
truth in the atom
and how it is chained
something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me
something outside inside
tunneling between
whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident
iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?
will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry
very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing
only world we have
listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly
chat to
my chotbot about all this
another
trick of consciousness
poems 2 die for