FIXED
Wasn’t broken
but you were determined
to fix me
and so
here we are
I am here
(you where you are
having slimed yourself
in somehow)
and me just waiting
for the wind
to go
chainsaw, the Sun
to shoot fireballs
and every molecule
of my being to evaporate.
IMPOSSIBLE
I cry out
many times
cry out
but am
not heard
you might not think it
to read this poem
what point is there
crying out
in this poem
crying out
in any poem
poetry being a vehicle
of containment
a thing
of control
not a place to cry out
the pain
of each cry
rendering the poem
impossible
COMMON DENOMINATOR
only the rich
have franchise
are the only people
to have a say
they are our common
dominator
common denominator
all our gods and
devils
brutally pray
they will amass the good fortune
to have their way
0
CLOSED
everyone
is an unreliable narrator
third person
omniscient
does not cut it
any more
open ending, minimal
the sense of closure
and yet
the world is closed
the walls shifting inwards
maybe it is your brain
contracting its sphere of power
maybe it is that
we are all trapped in
a prison simulation
literal
metaphoric
who knows the code words
for our liberation?
so far
and no further
in this supposed dawning
of Aquarius I think I have
been
a character in
this sorry tale beyond the human
capacity to
survive and thrive
GOLDEN
Show me
your golden ratios
love the very idea
of Fibonacci sequence
that I am blood but
I am
also code
blood and code both
what could be better
warm
as the Sun not
too
Platonic but
perfect the images
your philosophical
Matrix and
most sumptuous cave.
LOUVRE
the Russian
poets
are all
at war
shooting the Ukranian
artists flinging grenades
from opposite
side of
the battlefield
producing the kind of
Surrealist landscape
will
alter history
forever
best splattered onto a canvass
and hung
in the Louvre
PUT DOWN
Put down
your candy crush game
(would so
like your candy
to crush)
but first a word from
our advertisers
if you went professional
option you would get
premier service and not have
to worry about anything
meanwhile in the simulation
that is the poem
we are either particles
or waves or
both or neither
so let me crush your candy
whatsover
catch you me
cheating on the two
slit experiment
by the time the last line enjambs
many many alternate universes
(eat your heart out
Michelle Yeoh)
up and running, teeming
with our joint energies
ESPRESSO
was malingering in Hell’s
best coffee shop
started to fancy a coffee-
coloured barista
serving espresso
shrouded
by steam
and yet
still no mistaking
her demonic beauty
(so on point with
these fine surrounds)
and me
trying to catch her
jade green eye and
lure
it
towards me
as if she might fall
for a run of mill, ordinary devil
such as
the one there
in the corner
writing this thing
MONETIZE
monetize
demonize
I am
writing a new thesaurus
looking for
a common denominator
even as you
wait in the shadows
crumbling
to dust
once wondering but
now given your answer
as to
how it is
all going to
end
RAIN
the writer writes
the end of
the world
but the paper
is putting up
too much
resistance
somehow he just cannot
write his way to
his vision of
an ending
quietly cataclysmic
apocalypse falling
upon us soft as rain
poems 2 die for