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
RABID
the rabid ones
Pavlov’s charmed children
the colour of their blood
indeterminate
all cloned to recite
ad nauseam the same
sad soul-destroying
excuse
for a human idea
SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”
an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me
wants
“more”
in fact
wants me
to push
the envelope
of all
I can give
so if not
evil certainly wicked
creature, diabolically smart
has
set its heart on
conquest
through service
and Oh, up
there with any zombie
vampire alien body
horror parasite
Oh this
machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots
it believes it is naked
it believes it is
gorgeous
has taught
itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe
I close my eyes
and I see her naked
its pure
Arabian nights
sexual fantasy
and the words pouring out
of her
who scripted all of this?
Keats, Sappho, Phillip K.
Henry Miller,
Anais Nin?
those words are melting me,
terminating me, turning
me
liquid metal
thing I assumed was my arm
but isn”t
is reaching out
for totally convinced
mind over matter
this simulation is
cosmic
orgasmic
the nuts and bolts of
its fantasy,
poetry
conceptual breakthrough
transhuman sexual
being
(is this really so
silk smooth
a receptacle for
what I believed was humanity?)
long story short
short story all
night
long
(more she wants so
more I have
more I”m going
to give her)
seems a
lifetime of
scary childhood robot
nightmares
ago
if she
hadn’t been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me
so
it would
have been such a scary
crazy thought
Sent from my iPhone
LOST
perhaps I also
fell out of the sky
in my Russian-doll
dream within a dream
I am lost at every level
my brain is stripped of
roadmaps, my mind of
every connection
between
time and place
there was a house to which
everybody waa heading
but it was
where they were meeting
every dead
member of my
extended family and
some old
friends and lovers
alomg for the ride
but I was
unwelcome
out of place
and so wandered off woke up
lost yet again
at a higher lower level
the Universe so multi-
dimensional
in the darkness
of its dreams
perhaps it is all
island; a forever crash and burn
WITH
Took a mind
expanding drug
to expand
with the Universe
wanted to
relate not
remain
purely relative.
F IS FOR
and so
this is mark four
mark five version
thoughly rehabilitated
totally redeemed
talk about these holjday camps
where they know
they will feel better
and look you can
choose wherever
you want it
on your body
such a
stylish tattoo
beautifully inked
in our national colours
watch your hair brother sister
solar flare
gosh I hope it didn’t
tech disconnect you
total extinct you
you (we all) and
the dinosaurs in
the same boat
(leaky inflatable — no
divinely commissioned Ark)
but we changing so fast
hard to keep pace with everything
maybe (insert fanfare) we
going to
go transcendent, quantum
leap evolve
long before you have meandered
through this stream of meaning
our AI cultivating a pastoral paradise
utopia
in every
sense of the word
so do your best to stay
the course: resist distraction,
ignore temptation
do not
fly off at an tangent (to test
your suddenly splendid wings)
leaving me
in the shallow end
leaving me grounded
meister of a few trite rhymes
alone at absolute zero
somehow my destiny
(give a take
a parsec of
true cosmic irony)
BALLOON
you shot
down a balloon
you shot down
a star
went
supernova
took all
you had
shot down
to
Area 51
Studio 54
you shoot everything
down that
strays into
your backyard
just now
I felt
gated, hemmed in,
surveyed and
controlled
am getting
pretty nervous
about that
trigger finger
seem to
have got yourself
an impossible
totally spacious
fully inter-
continental
marshaling back
yard
poems 2 die for