Author Archives: Damian Garside

LECTURE

LECTURE

lecture me
censure me
assume
the moral
high ground

I will just
bend not
break
flow with
the blow

and then
show you
I am kensai
in the art
of villification

sit you down
squeeze at long
last
a poem out
of you, a work of
aesthetic sensibility,
heartfelt sensitivity
imagination

stuff you never believed
you had
stretched beyond
your limit
for this achievement

which
as promised
I will respectfully read
and critique

showing exactly how
putrid, unbelievably
shit it is
how someone
like you
should never ever
be let loose
within reach of a pen

SPHERE

SPHERE

Where are they?

maybe there are
none

maybe
they are here
under your skin
in the biosphere circling the planet

inside the Moon
waiting ever so
quietly just
next door

or a class and several
levels if civilization above us
not even
bothering to watch us
like we
were to them
pretty much
old silent film,
syndicate TV

whilst they hold high tea
having solved all philosophy
every
teeny-weeny social
existential political problem
consumed in the
vast production of infinite energy
their galaxy already one vast
sun-swallowing, black
hole mining
absolutely invisible

spooky paradox
Dyson-type sphere.

A DARK IRONY

A DARK IRONY

a dark irony appeared
well, more
than one

filtered up through the floorboards
appeared out of nowhere
fell
from Heaven

but whatever its origin
could not wait
to make mischief
amongst us
do its little work

dividing us from each other
ruthless seperating us
as it
always does

sheep from goats
virtue from
sin

but, above all, those
of the species
with a modicum of
smarts
from
those chosen from
up high
blessed by the sanctity
of all-
knowing power

to take up
their true and rightful place

amongst the
blissfully
ignorant

terminally
stupid

arrayed in such
forbidding shape
(never more solid
more coherent ranks)