WHITE DRESS
I peel you out of your
white skin-
tight dress
as if you were a
succulent
forbidden fruit
your brown brown flesh
so supple, smooth
and taste
where I drink wild
enough to
throw me
a psychedelic trip
in you and
fused with the Universe
WARNING
warning
I am carbon life-
form
and this poem is
about to go blinding flash
full supernova
across the page
destroying and creating
dooming at the speed of light
huge swathes of the galaxy
and all because
of another carbon
life form of my own species
but whereas the carbon
of which I am compounded
is pretty bog-standard
hers is
light-loving, light-
defining
supernova-inducing in
its beauty so, so diamondesque
BLANK
safe as houses
take it
to the bank
but when if all
went dustball
do not
pass Go
take
a hike
every single tinny
tin think tank
came up
snake eyes
with
all that
house money
hit the wheels
and one-
arm bandits
drew a
winterwonderland
blank
PRAYER
I pray this poem
does not degenerate
before you reach
the final stanza
thanks to physical decay
or cultural decline
the power of poet
and poetry slipping together
ironically,
the only true synchrony
in this
disjunction of a
life
ZOMBIE
I’m a zombie
you’re a zombie
we are the collective noun
for zombies
we died
and were raised
from the dead
to be life-in-death
avatars
preaching the gospel
the mass-media gospel
that is scripted
by finest hive minds
politically sub-
edited and
corporation approved
I’m a zombie
you’re a zombie
no consciousness
but we
work like clockwork.
SUN
I am an animal on this planet
wanting to learn
live and prosper
bipedal, my thoughts
swung up to the stars
wanted their light
the secret
of their light
since I could not smell
them, feel them touch them
listened out for them
listened with a power
a trillion times stronger
than my hearing
but no clear message ever
to tell me their dreams
their fears
their hopes
their horrors
what species of bridge
we could possibly build
not thinking
what was running down
what was at a premium
what was light-
speed accelerating
beyond our
control
and me
mere animal
but also
creature of hubris
creature of arrogance
if not
in divine image
blessed with the power of all suns.
SAME
heard a cough
emerging from
a sarcophagus
was
either in a museum
or the Hall of a Kings
then
and the logic of this
was so screwed up
it was my sarcophagus
and I was entombed
but the figure in
the museum in the Hall
was
distant from me
by years in their thousand
the issue of same
not here an Aristotelian thing
SICK GLORIA
“O quam cito transit
gloria mundi”
Thomas a Kempis, 1418
does the fracture of a glacier
mimic the collapse of a bank?
I confess to having such
a sense of the correct sound
chaos makes
across its great typologies
of disaster and rupture
an ear for the music
dissonant or not
made when yet another
of the passing glories of this Earth
crash
SKY CITY
cities in the sky
beneath the waves
circling the Moon
dug into
the rock on Mars
towering structures of
steel and
glass
not for me in my lifetime
this realization of
all we
did dream
not
for me
but
for you
maybe
maybe these
wonders
for you
or your children
or your children’s children
if you
have
a lifetime
and they
have any
kind of
existence at all
SKY CITY
cities in the sky
beneath the waves
circling the Moon
dug into
the rock on Mars
towering structures of
steel and
glass
not for me in my lifetime
this realization of
all we
did dream
not
for me
but
for you
maybe
maybe these
wonders
for you
or your children
or your children’s children
if you
have
a lifetime
and they
have any
kind of
existence at all
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