DUALITY
it helps the poem
enriches it’s sense
of openness
balance
duality
to have a three-day
conversation with
my angel
my devil
the latter
adding as always a desire
for complexity, wicked
inclination to
push every
envelope
challenge authority
step
out of bounds
the former to find
that fierce mystical moment
surfing the wave
of oneness for
ever and
ever
finding that blinding light
in supreme submission
where best words
become real
COME SIT
come sit
need to talk
we have been taking
this thing
all too seriously
making it more
far more
than what it is
just lines
and images
patterns of syllables
by no means the
be all and
end all
of the world
especially at this time
when there is no time
what you and I see, perhaps
alone in this:
countdown in seconds
ten nine eight
seven etcetera
to
the end of the world
not a rhyme
or reason to be left
for
those who love
for those who care
SPRING
sound in mind hashtag
sound body politic
which meant quite understandably
that you felt much aggrieved
when I took the liberty
unconscionably to
disturb your Spring ethnic
cleansing
blundering into everything
spilled the beans, photobombed
the world detailing
the degree of
my shock as once-
faithful follower
so loyal as a
schoolgoer
but this was so
different, so untrue to
that history
here every body counted
(despite
efforts to the contrary)
every blood smear
detailed on
each horrific page
CROSSING
am crossing the Universe
moving slowly
an inch
per century
searching
for lost souls
some of these souls
infinitely
more lost than mine
relative
to all other speeds
and
your speed especially
time for me
moving so fast
that by
the time reaches you
the Universe will have
died and been
reborn
billions of times
AND NOW YOU DON’T
here we are
yet again
tooth and nail
battling upstream
insane in our search
for
forever narrowing
until
as always
the river itself
disappear
THIS POEM
this poem is irradiated
that poem
is irradiated
this poem is irradiated, too
they spoke their truth to power
now stand
as shining examples
which the world, were it
not dead
could not ignore
COSMETIC
to the best
of my knowledge
no one asks
the planets
the stars
the galaxies
about their loneliness
not a single poet
single cosmologist
and so to
Earth
for God knows
how many centuries
the centre of everything
Hubble bubble
popped that one
didn’t he
back to Earth exquisitely
nothing special
we got mountains we
got oceans
boy have
we got oceans
but under this curved sky
this vault of blue atmosphere
at least
talk of beauty, the cosmos
cosmetic
to the best of my knowledge
LOVERS
millions
were making love
when the bomb
dropped
a fat few megatons
vaporized them instantly
moment when
dream and desire
annihilated themselves
love and death
in dark exactitude
of intensity
so mirroring each
other
as if the species
was fucked from the moment it began
but
the poem still here
jury out
clock still ticking
lifetimes of love
still to resolve
DREAMSCAPE
you think this is a poem
in your dreams
it us a recurrent dream
one in which
we lose
each other try
to
find what went wrong
search for joy
escape the nightmare
bliss, salvation
nirvana, integration
anything remotely resembling
even
as shadow the above
question is will you help me
will I help you
or are we just relays, ciphers,
circuits in
the dream machinery?
something out there
seems to be hounding me
and yet
cannot discount the possibility
might be here to save me
whisper softly (turn
on your audio, unmute
yourself presently)
tell me
since all ears
the message as it is (or
how you best guess understand it)
promise on my soul
to keep it locked between us
exclusive
share between us
thing at least to bind us
running through this recurrent dream
even if we wished to
as much as we try
simply
cannot escape from
RECiTAL
I came to
your recital
enthusiastic, hoping
for the best of the best
some of it
sounded smart
some of it
may last
went down like a dream
swept
up your audience
who were
so taken by the spin
of your spoken word
skill
of your voice
this despite the heard
it all before
painful self-
centredness
of what
passed for a text.
poems 2 die for