1, poem, poetry, – Page 121

SWEET

good day
to die

day to die
with whipped cream
and sweet
red cherry on
the top

and perfect cherry blossoms
for you too
my lords Oda and Katsimoto
you see them
from our world of pain
as seppuku
takes you
across the river
through the veil

and extra scoop
of fudge ice cream for all
who turned up
for the wake

sweet fudge caramel
ice cream

cold as a glacier
have to
stall
here at this place
this moment

as words
freeze

CHANCE

spied you
playing with dice

betting as you were
against the cosmos

maybe
it would be better
to play with fire

sad to see you lost
sad to
tell everybody

something to do
with cursed sequence
and bad fractals

I know this
been there
done that

watched from my
fiction of a promontory
as everything ran
down
hill from here
Valentino Rossi
popping a wheelie
in sixth gear

thought
I could have
another go another throw

by unanimous consent
agree to reconsider

last last chance
the dice so obviously
heavily loaded
ninety-nine
times out of
a hundred to
cast snake eyes

DEEP

I have been
absorbing nitro-glycerine
eating shadows

feeding every kind
of parasitic monster
on the suspicion
they might
be able to tell me something

divulge some
out of this world truth
from the crazy
unfathomable deep

SMALLER

I used my power
to turn my world
smaller
and smaller

make the Sun
a tiny ink dot

myself
a thing so small
its size
is incomprehensible

the square root
of nothing
sum
of its consciousness.

WONDER

I wonder
where they come
up with them

am these
so called
wonderful days

the light soright
you can hardly
see anything

the joy so rapturously
sung here there
and everywhere

drowning out all
you might need or
wish to hear

HEART

hate how
you

read me
like a book

skim
the best pages

get to the heart
of my text

assuming
I have heart

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

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