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HALLOWEEN POEMS,

HALLOWEEN POEMS

you gave me a kiss on Halloween
left your lips
and some
of your
fangs
behind

and stuff embedded
in my neck

and
formula for antidote
to all that killer venom

****

HEAVY

the page is heavy
increasing its gravity

pulling me in
as collapse it does
under its
own mass

smears me across
every word and
the spaces
between them

as
   cosmic horror
goes tomato sauce

****
OR TREAT OR TRICK OR
NOT WHAT YOU EXPECT

Was assembling
         this puzzle of a thing
that comes in
pieces and
with screws and

an unholy manual
which had
me dumbfounded until
you
left me
a message on the wall
materializing right
in front
of me

explaining how
through the magic of
Halloween

the dark expertise and
forbidden resources
will make it
a point of
necessity that
they out of nowhere appear

you knocked
at the door
     foraging for sweets

you were so
kind to
help
           providing a neat
solution as we
put our
heads together

realizing all
     those missing pieces
and the fuel
to power
them

were about to present themselves
             do their level best

WELTEVREDEN

WELTEVREDEN

let us
trade places

explore those spots
exactly where we
shade each other

shade, I think correct,
would be imprecise
to venture
“eclipse”
though, as I am sure
you cottoned on,
I was of the opinion
that in all things
you
did eclipse me

I say “was”
but maybe think
still am

but let me venture
that whilst you, unquestionably
the supreme lover,
it is in
   the classroom, the lecture hall,
here in the poem
that I know
almost no match

and so
     here we in
your boudoir

that fateful night whose
memory has slipped but
which I
can
never forget

me in your body, in your bed,
you this time
(thinking
    like I did that this
was a
   beginning, time
absolutely at
my command)

on the couch watching you
slip beneath the sheets
near naked
as you
were

but
   now it is me

wanting to be taught
desperate to learn

summoningly you to
join me

with every bit of
seduction I might muster

not going
to take no
for an answer

trading places
               who can tell

what by morning
finds itself in the throes
of near
   absolute shift

FABRIC

FABRIC

was born
death pale

take this fabric, for instance,
test its texture
tell me
what you feel

under your fingers
do you read
it as
a Wordsworth, or would
you say
it strikes you
as far more a Keats

all the synesthesia of silk
though never
on its way
to eclipsing
Rimbaud

I wish

this on the other
we might find it closer
to hessian

switching metaphors
not the smoothness of
Scotch, more Irish
or Bournborn
         (Sigmund slip, meant
to say “bourbon”)
          
the cross-hatching
something though
it must be
said

could convert into a shroud
turn it into
a tapestry

let it run
and run
          give it epic strength ditto length

NECESSARY TO DENY

NECESSARY TO DENY

couldn’t change the world
so redrew the map

found myself
          choirs within choirs
and so preaching
to all of them

turned
the globe upside down
to deconstruct,
decolonize,
     reverse the
missionary position

strew the land with
ever-fresh amendment
hoping
      (about to launch-pad
to the firmament) find

in those old runes
truth
    necessary to deny

TO THINK THEM ALL THROUGH

TO THINK THEM ALL THROUGH

millions of players
billions
of moves

this thing
getting into the wiring
gone exponential

gone the days of the battle
of the few
for ultimate
recognition

and there I am
with that all
you can devour
never-ending list
of gambits and defences

all those permutations flashing
through my mind
in an instant

take
a lifetime to think them all through

THICK AS THIEVES

THICK AS THIEVES

lots of writers getting taken out
these days

necessary evil
since they
thick
as thieves

stealing oxygen, stealing
comforts, stealing ideas,

lucky that running total
gone exponential

poets, thinkers, prophets,
novelists, satirsts,
investgative journalists

only got themselves to blame
for rocking the, boat,
refusing to believe
what has always
been clear
we simply have to believe

AND HERE

AND HERE

And here the great feline wisdom:
girl cats
are full of babies
boy cats
are full of
shit

together, in collusion
and open source
conspiracy with AI

they have contrived to
stay true
to their wild
little selves
    overruling us
as every turn

commandeered the infinite swathes
of digital realm

chuckling to themselves
on how short they sold us
close to
   their tiny hearts as
such beloved suckers.

REMEMBERED

REMEMBERED

he flew his plane
into a carrier

not for victory
or defeat
with honour

but to be remembered
that someone
much like himself
or like her (better)

might have the occasion
to find his tiny words
near
   or far
into the future

the scent of
the cherry blossoms
as always, as remembered

even in
       these soft, lilting ciphers
not to be forgotten at all

POLARIZED

POLARIZED

got both my eyes independently polarized
can now
scan for ultra violet
track via
infra red

still
am bad with obstacles these
upgrades notwithstanding,
find things hard
sometimes to negotiate

take Libra, sign of order
despite itself sometimes,
its poets, philosophers
lovers
leaving me wholly unbalanced
seriously wandering
off the beaten track

making me
strong, yet
also killing me

let me measure
two of your natives
point for point
in your
immaculate pans

my eyes, my heart
and mind especially
in your presence never
failing to
deceive me

that sheer stuff you were
wearing both
at that moment

failing in the art of subtly
suggested seduction (sadly
not
having read the right page
in that ancient manual)

whilst
your counterpart, short and sweet when
it came
to required etiquette

claiming
her conquest, cave-woman style,
no kicking, no screaming,
dragging me off
to her gilded cage