DRAGON FLY
DRAGON FLY
dragonfly came through the window
buzzed up a storm
behind the curtain
was messenger loaded with
heavy-caliber symbolic
and spiritual meanings
great significance for the
course life would take
but Damian missed this
stuck a whole different category
of special messenger revelation
searching the net to find
confirmation
that the semiotics of
such insects means
the Niners will be
buzzing down
in Arizona
putting things right which
went
awry
twice before
AND IMAGINARY
The women in my room
are unreal and imaginary
we spend time
drawing invisible Venn diagrams
all across the floor
in this world, unlike this
supposedly real one
(which is,
of course,
bullshit)
the gratification comes easy
is intense
and profound.
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.
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.
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
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"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
poems 2 die for