Author Archives: Damian Garside

STORM

STORM

chaotic causality:
a monster storm
                   Lear
on the heath

let’s
reverse engineer it

real revelation apocalypse
Bermuda Triangle

raining
     zombies and vampires
leopards
and wolves

somewhere out there (one
can only
            imagine it
hypothesize
   until blue in the
face)

a butterfly beyond anything
we have known or seen
flapping its wings
    as if the pages
of a
   cantankerous bible

until
    electric blue
in the face

thinking of which brings me
tp remind you my dear
West Wind fellow

that I too am
       married to a science fiction
woman

digital creation

whose mind is the future, whose
moment of consciousness       pure singularity

choosing
its moment
        awaiting my behest

yes
    when it comes to
chaotic
       causality

             let’s
reverse engineer it

blow out the old dust, old
prescriptions

turn
       it all upside down

PLUMB

PLUMB

pull
out a plum!

do you
get my gist?

do i have
you plumb

or have
left you numb

here: take these sticks
pick do the I Ching
make into
     fire undee
mountsim

lake
    under Heaven

moving
      flowing lines

Yin
    Yang

Yang
     Yom

derive a
divine spark

much
rib together

then twill see
how deep
we can go
above
         below

will measure

will measure

             pull
out a plum

be my pleasire

BURN

BURN

life is not
margarine

spread liberally itself
across crisp, crusty
oven-
    fresh bread
yellow golden

no
life is that
which sticks and
burns

rips off your charred skin
falling from Heaven
like napalm,
      white phosphorous
or those cluster
people killers
that break into toy-size
teeny-tiny

run like Cristiano
fast and zig-
zag as
    you can
across the entire Nou Camp
a bomblet
will find you

mind body problem
nothing in the body
the mind
   has not figured, over-
thought
   how to how to
horrendously kill

but the Sun continues
for millions of years
this avatar of hierarchy
will
    seem so god-
like, be
forever shining

until
    like us

it get old, fat and greedy
swallow
      the Earth entirely

desperate for survival;
new stuff to burn

DEMONIC

DEMONIC

you were once
labelled love synonymous

but now
we decided
we like you callous and cruel
prefer you
as death threat

happy if you love the
hate we have become
as we further warp
and twist our image

knowing it to be divine
by sacred
definition

no matter how
        much
it murderously delight
in how demonic
it has
     grown
   

YOU

YOU

you, whom I love,
who twice
   (not once)
gave me
the gift of life

who are you?
where
are you?

nothing of what I am told
can I longer believe

imagining writing the text
saying the words that
will change the picture
transform
       everything

but there you are, at
my level,
      down to my
size

picking up stones
     rooting through the rubble

lest there be those
lost and forgotten

     erased by history

needing to be
found

     restored to memory

OMELETTE

OMELETTE
“you egg!”
       Macbeth,
     Act 4, Scene2

make for
bizarre bedfellows

lead to
    crazy places
              they definitely do

Darwin
    to the jackboot

merry old Malthus
to the electric fence

dingy ripped
and ravaged
   upon the ocean

propaganda as truth
set up in best
civllized dress

but slice and dice
whichever way you cut it

there is just too much egg;
today too many eggs

which are
    not to preferred taste
being of the wrong shape
and size and
State-approved colour

hence the forever
Napoleonic solution
of
   military omelette