OXIDE
angles
are collisions
bespeak incidence
and refraction
can see this
check.it out
from the running time
of the Universe
and
all those iron-oxide
socialist red planets
elephant
in the room
no room
for the elephant
enough
room
in the elephant
space
to cover every surreal
contingency
short of nightmare
space to burble, jumble up
words bounce balls
and spheres and
jagged
pieces of
interstellar debris
around and
around and around
AND THE GODS
and the gods
chide me
mock me
ask me
why, mortal
do you feaz death?
embrace it
rush to it
gives us spectacle
something to
keep us
entertained
a tragic moment
we can laugh about
DEVICE
it’s good that politicians
measure blood exactly
know to the recurring decimal
how much blood
resides in
an eye
when
exchanged for another eye
or a liver, spleen
or a brain
or a fat ton of innards
ripped out of the belly
they were
always in by
lethal fragmentation
weapon
or anti-personnel
explosive device
the weapons market considers
rather nice
ENHANCE
not enough
outrageously wonderful
stars up there
need some more
to stop it failing
as a spectacle
paint me, etch me
an additional few up there to
give everybody
in the galaxy
something to think about
we’ll keep it a secret between us
exactly what we did
no one else having the faintest idea
where this brand new
Rigel, Vega, Betelgeuse
and Sirius came from
the more
the merrier they
will probably say
not the great cosmologists though, their knickers
surely now
going to get
into a twist
knocking their careful relativity
space-time curvature calculations
uncomfortably cocked-
hat sideways
not their thing really
to find their all-
conquering physics suffering
a degree of
unnecessary embarrassment
in the cause
of our natural human
creative desire
for the ability to
transform and artistically enhance
MACHINE
I spoke to him
less than joyously.
this evening
he is the child Stalin
of design
and engineering
death camps of Lego
Meccano war macjines
cannot wait to see
the all grown up reality
if this
be his
childhood dreams.
PROFOUND
locked and loaded
you heart is chambered
with a single round
deep beneath those waves
I hear all echoes
of those pressures
the music of
that trio who drowned
as the deck slunk downwards
opened to ocean
and we
so open there
who will ever
surface to speak
of what we have become
commerce with this
so ruled and regulated
of
all our undertakings
without doubt the most profound
(and word
wheree there is little choice
save love ot hate
the completeness of sound)
completeness
and dare I say finality
of its sound
IN VALHALLA (ALMOST)
In an anteroom
to the Halls
of Valhalla
the poets sit
drinking tea;
eating wafer biscuits
the sounds of joyous warfare
emanating from
deep within
occasionally driving them
to put pen
to parchment
write a poem
on some heroic theme
though this has not happened
for many
a century
hard to glorify
cliuster bombs
and multi-barrelled
machine guns
psi ops
and assassinations
bullets from
silenced pistols
to the back of the head
NEW BEGINNIBGS
the theme of
the poetry competitions
was “new beginnings”
so I worked
on my entry
my poem
on new beginnings
but try as hard as I might
could not complete it
every
single line
a new beginning
poems 2 die for