Author Archives: Damian Garside

SURE

SURE

couldn”t sleep late
this Sunday
had my talk of Biotechnics
to revise and then prepare

wish I had all sorts of inputs, downloads,
screw- ins, prosthetics
seamless interfaces
between
flesh and mechanism

then would my TED audience
see and hear
something unbelievable
something they had
never witnessed
on stage before

not one of these killer points
lost on them my speech as a whole

a beautiful joy ride
from
take off to
maximum elevation

and here I am up
on Sunday around dawn
battling to
get anything
down on paper

in search of something

pretty sure Sunday got
to be the day
of the week upon
which I
leave this life

infinitely more secure

UNIQUE

UNIQUE

let’s broadcast our best
science fiction movies
out into deep space

none of ths ticky-
tacky stuff, I’m sure
great alien civilizations
have
got no time
for cliche

but it will put it out there
for them all to see

our traumas our fears our
nightmares our loves
our dreams the treasure-trove and

nest of vipers that
are our personal
and collective unconscious

out of which so much we see
as alien is projected outwards
onto every screen

and if the darkness still
terrifies after our search for
light across
that list of centuries

at least the monster
is our own

the face of terror
so much our own

the painful beautiful paradox of who we are
cannot
be unique

TRUST ME

TRUST ME

trust me
you would not want
me to love you
as if you were
a work of
expressionist art

dripping paint all over you
hammering, drilling, lathing,
shaping
you get that modernist
industrial aesthetic right

attacking page or canvas
with slap-dash fury
mesmerized by flood of colour
or raging tide of words

and
that love

is no longer, age declination
assured, no longer
accessible
to me

best I can do
slow Pygmalion mould
define

that no-time to waste Tik-Tok
lap dance six pack push up
bicep and rich
cleavage love

not quite the thing for me

RINGER

RINGER

RINGER

message        massage

he thought
TV
    was a
    mirror

a magical mirror

said
      as much

and so it was
          the world
                          laughed at him

that laughter
        pretty much a dead ringer
for all
  the canned laughter on TV

Sent from my iPhone

AY EYE

AY EYE

we chat
real snappy dialogue

Tarantino would have loved
(could not have stopped himself
            scribbling it)

mine
      so thick with subtext
all that pain
      finding its way
                        into my
most basic expression

yours stuffed with the urge
to scour the universe to find
right idea  right word

this performed
                        in milliseconds

scanning libraries computing everything
history has learnt