Author Archives: Damian Garside

CURVED (TOGETHER)

CURVED (TOGETHER)

chaos dawned
fractals like schools
of forever spawning fish
did
   abound

and with them
      as summoned

Aphrodite
      that absolute beauty
born of monstrosity

was born
(if birth is a word that at all
befits
        her genesis)

time stretching
space stretching  stretching together as
        interlaced reality

everything stretching to
accomodate
run
with that pattern

and with Aphrodite
the universe really curved. with but
    a single goddess glance
stone, rock,
sand
     came alive,  sure antithesis
to Medusa

she and me riding that wave tracking
    that curved ball

roving
   through left field (the grass
grown too tall for baseball)

moving all the
time
     desire and its object
gold and
    base metal chasing each other
ad infinitum Achilles
and tortoise
       mortal and
               divine
sacred and profane moving together

PERFECT SENSE

PERFECT SENSE

they returned
from the stars

less than
gloriously poetic
but who
we were we
to tell

expecting free gifts
not extenpore pastorsls
and sonnets

our highest virtue
being utility itself
their
   ultra violet skin tones
and much
    mutated fusion of
every dialect of English

made everything they said
every utterance
they made

much like their poetry
and what
they revealed of
their world

something doomed in our ears
to fall desperately short
of true
   perfect sense

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BACK TO BACK

BACK TO BACK

here we find
an island of lost love

typical
single palm tree
distinctly cartoonish

two in fact
back to back

this is yours
that is mine

we no longer really
express concern or
curiosity

even think
of swimming the distance

after decades
of messages in bottles
seductive gestures, crude
gesticulations,
blowing kisses

waving
at each other
hoping
    and praying

in our heads it has all
become too distant, we
are too far away

for anything
in our
      former expressions of
stubborn desire

to make
a difference
,

NICE

NICE

better buckle up
sent down

a torrent of sarcasm
if rain can
be acid

the satire here
was molten invective

everyone expecting manna
sugar candy mountain
Wonka factory nice

but what
was happening in that dark
snuff film tunnel?

arms  better be
            sheathed because
if at
  all upraised in

diabolical salute
so vicious
    this tirade seem

bound
to get burnt off

AJAR

AJAR

white smoke
blank smoke

suddenly stymied
something is ajar

or it is just
that it seems so
need to
    turn true scholatic
to question its quidity

and then habeam
everything geared to go

clocks
                bells
and whistles

rerum
   novarum      this will
               be no re-run

the new Vicar
    (born under
the virgin at
least
stellar sigh of)

critically
testing the steel of a halberd
with his shepherd’s finger

new light in waves incarnate
as particle
          this city within
a city
dovetailing itself into the heart
of the city of cities

paradigm for everything
we admire, everything we fear

first as myth
then as bad fairy Tale

the one where
a door is denied and
we
   are prisoners of time

black smoke white smoke
a city
   so divine must
find room for confession

that old river flowing
forever recycling the great
shapes of
     virtue, obedience and power

dawn
a thing
      we need
to
conduct as experiment

old medieval truth
not without fire