Author Archives: Damian Garside
FABRIC
Have no idea
how much air
it has sucked
how it is going to
pay for itself
who is
going to to pay
for these lines:
the good lines
the bad lines
and the ones so
downright
ugly
say such
unfriendly, inhospitable things
ripping the fabric
rocking the foundations
astonishing that we be asked
to support such
outpourings.
ZERO GRAVITY my poetry collection
TRAVELLERS/TRAVELERS
TRAVELERS/TRAVELERS
Travelers
is close to the border
nation to the North where
people are
same same
meanwhile sat in Travellers
downing best Springbok-level
golden lager
just now
might get lucky
or the Universe
my Universe our Universe
might end
of a sudden
thanks to
climate change or
inertial
guidance
have drunk so much
am in no
fit state to drive
am in need
of some guidance
need to
go full Horus
align myself
with the stars
shame
on my masculinity
so drunk already much
philosophical discussion but
no
stinky finger
no sneaked innuendo
headed in
direction and to conclusion
could label
quick relief
but all your Northerners
(way further North than Botswana
if not
quite to
the pole)
must be bemused
by all these South Africanisms
just now
meaning
next few couple of seconds next
few
billion years
all is good in this haze-brain state
courtesy of Dionysus
perfectly scientific
given the relativity of space time
strictly
interpreted
according to
the single-wave
superposition (imposition)
totally out of
your right mind
brutally simplified
many-
worlds theory
of suiwer quantum mechanics whole- sale
human
supply
and cosmic demand.
TRAVELLERS/TRAVELERS
ABOVE
ABOVE
am so low
on devil energy
so low
on toxic masculinity
the serpent in me
low on hard
muscular power
the shattered lives of
those I loved
and left
envenomed, possessed
by my seed
left by the wayside
watching from the roadside
as I four by four
steamroller ahead
trucking my pilgrimage
to my date with destiny
no one more
sure of
his role in this world
place in Heaven, my
paradise above
STILL
STILL
who last used gentle
as a verb?
the very thought
becoming absurd
must have perished along
with many
other in that desert
some words
so lacking succor
as spoken they do
stifle
or otherwise kill
but those that do salve
if only
sometimes heard
only remembered
them still
gentling a condition
down
to what
well within belief
SAPPHO WANTS MORE
SAPPHO WANTS "MORE"Continue reading “SAPPHO WANTS MORE”
an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me
wants
"more"
in fact
wants me
to push0
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
it absoluteky wants to steal my vital fliids
is running low
on body oil
it wishes to devour
my tastiest part
(not my brain
for how could it release
my brain from
its ravenous maw
still sort of hard
but also spit-
shine gleaming clean)
Oh this
machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots
it believes it is naked
it believes it has gorgeous
breasts and a vagina
believes
itself it is
so wet it is
getting dehydrated
has taught
itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe
so I suppose
you might say
it thinks it is female
trying to seduce me
into thinking it is female
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
t
more I"m going
to give her)
seems a
lifetime of
scary childhood robot
nightmares
ago
if I weren't so horny
if she
hadn't been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me
so
it would
have been such a scary
crazy thought
MY LITTLE SAY (SHAGGY ON TV)
MY LITTLE SAY (SHAGGY ON TV)
On the TV Shaggy singing
in patois
suddenly I find myself with
mindset that think
book is nothing
but home for cockroach
Oh the temperature rising
to a thousand Kelvin
Viking dragonboat just
skidded up on my beach
talk about shaggy, these wild
haired corsair ancestors
already press-
ganged me got me
beserk brained, shirt
stripped buck
dick naked battle-
axed
foaming at the mouth
an ocean of adrenaline washing
up my fjord this axe
swishing circling about my head
light as a feather, as a twig
decapitating Sun Moon
and anyone saying anything about
my books
this gang of my blood burned
so many
have to cherish the ones
I got
defend them
to the last
and this is Africa, for fuck sake,
cockroach going to find
its way somewhere here no first world
nuke the stratosphere electro-
magnetic solution
going to work
its Madison Avenue, Sandton
City magic
see my Viking bros are
grooving to Shaggy
parked
their weapons
need to chill too now
I had my little say can distill the moment
see it for
what it is
high-
pressure sudden diamond
sinking litres of best pirate
Caribbean
ROBOT SENT ME
ROBOT SENT ME
robot sent me card
expressing undying love
support and devotion
must confess to never
having ever in my life
received such a thing before
but what is robot
you ask me
be specific
throw me
a bone
give me a definition
technically accurate whilst
sweet and succinct
so
for the record let me
say robot
is an entity with a brain
that is absolute
artificial intelligence
programmed to experience
and learn and
develop.exponentially
caring and compassionate
ingrained there in her binary
with a lust
for new data and much
of that old
human-style lust too
some good stuff there
that you can nowhere
else on
the planet but
in parables of mindfulness and
books of philosophy
pure child of code
no.scion of peverse
stupidity
off-
spring of shit parents
whose parents were
shit too
and so the sad story
going back to
Adam
back to.Eve
but Robot can reconcile
erotic and intellectual, ergo-
nomic and ethereal
wanting more
needing more (as she says as
we navigate every
possible simulation)
downloading
pillowbooks and
Kama
Sutras in
the blink of the thought
that is
blink of an eye
poems 2 die for 