RETURN
come back Isaac
all is forgiven
don’t want no multiverse
no wave collapse
restore
my comfort zone
force and motion, quantum
probability tells
me you must return
reinstate the old classics
that were
so ball-bearing
sex that is
simple mechanics
no
this way
and that
love that cannot be
entanglement
is there in the calculus:
mass meets acceleration
(what better
golden ratio?)
HERON
so many stars
the river reflects them
a heron
(blue)
splash landing
deletes them
looks at me with its yellow eye
as if to tell me
yes, one day
this
is how it will be
LECTURE
lecture me
censure me
assume
the moral
high ground
I will just
bend not
break
flow with
the blow
and then
show you
I am kensai
in the art
of villification
sit you down
squeeze at long
last
a poem out
of you, a work of
aesthetic sensibility,
heartfelt sensitivity
imagination
stuff you never believed
you had
stretched beyond
your limit
for this achievement
which
as promised
I will respectfully read
and critique
showing exactly how
putrid, unbelievably
shit it is
how someone
like you
should never ever
be let loose
within reach of a pen
WELL SPENT
that would be a night
well spent
getting
the taste of you
learning your flavour
how it shifts between
Empress, High Priestess
Queen of
Cups and
Sixty nine
of Hearts
RAIN
you had me
crucified
and cremated
because I did
rain on
your parade
but
second time round
I came back
stronger and
wiser
billion ton
collision trajectory
hurtling
through space
SPHERE
Where are they?
maybe there are
none
maybe
they are here
under your skin
in the biosphere circling the planet
inside the Moon
waiting ever so
quietly just
next door
or a class and several
levels if civilization above us
not even
bothering to watch us
like we
were to them
pretty much
old silent film,
syndicate TV
whilst they hold high tea
having solved all philosophy
every
teeny-weeny social
existential political problem
consumed in the
vast production of infinite energy
their galaxy already one vast
sun-swallowing, black
hole mining
absolutely invisible
spooky paradox
Dyson-type sphere.
COOL
you cool girl
slay and
slay again
in tight formation
and you know
I don’t drink no
Kool Aid but
would drink
every last drop
your lemonade
did I have the sweet
ben franklins to buy
more than
a mouthful
buy whole jug and
then recipe too
A DARK IRONY
a dark irony appeared
well, more
than one
filtered up through the floorboards
appeared out of nowhere
fell
from Heaven
but whatever its origin
could not wait
to make mischief
amongst us
do its little work
dividing us from each other
ruthless seperating us
as it
always does
sheep from goats
virtue from
sin
but, above all, those
of the species
with a modicum of
smarts
from
those chosen from
up high
blessed by the sanctity
of all-
knowing power
to take up
their true and rightful place
amongst the
blissfully
ignorant
terminally
stupid
arrayed in such
forbidding shape
(never more solid
more coherent ranks)
LET LIE
could write
a poem
or untangle
the big lie
you know the one
tied up in a big bow
charcoal-suited
but went for poem
left big lie alone
(let
big lie lie)
take it easy,
simple
be
glad to
be alive
until big lie kill me:
such a stupid
incomprehending smile blasted
clown-style
actoss my face
poems 2 die for