1, poem, poetry, – Page 17

BLESSING

I chiselled this poem
out into stone

laborious work
but it
felt worth it

wrote the whole thing
with a stylus cutting
markd into
clay tablets

spray painted
a whole stanza
in plain view
on the side of a building
in the middle of the night

daubed
it in blood
desecrating a flag

keyed it in electronically
pressed send and
believed it
published instantly
bouncing across the ether

whispered it into
your soft
ear

typed it out with suddenly
agile fingers
observed it flow
across your body

taking
it
to the house

point of truth where
you are at your most receptive

most fully conscious
of how
transcience here
comes into play

poem
be both blessed and
doomed
to disappear

WOBBLE

apologies
for the speed
wobble

but have got
fully pedal to the metal
watch them
all vanish
in the rear
view mirror

Plato, Aristotle
Jesus, Buddha, Nietzsche
all those great philosophies,
species dreams

fascism, dystopia,
cyborg reality, looming up
ahead
trying to
millionaire there
quantum disentangle, hit
light speed if possible

all a blur
crazy psychedelic sensation

soon
you will
feel the doom

really get
to the core

be one
with the rule
of iron
over chaos

ride the great wave
final seismic shift

DANTE

and there
at the very centre
of Hell

we find
Dante

tortured for eternity
for libelling those
above his
station

the justice perfect
the irony beautiful

everything in accord
for one whose wicked faith
could not
comprehend

that the Universes
has its golden favourites
who
should always
be worshipped, venerated
by those for whom
they are
their betters

the writers
of the law
always
above and beyond the law

(on this angel and devil
could
not be more
united

it is
their common faith

DOWN THE LINE

you two
who bred

tended
to

were two and eight
years respectively
when Fuhrer
fellow
first came to power

something in that Zeitgeist
pairing with you

saw
felt enough of it
throughout my childhood

every year
towards adulthood
that little
bit worse

wanting Biblical respect
demanding
regard for
that toxicity

and now we see
a few generations
down the line

how beautifuly it has grown
so well-shaped
and tended

long boisterous
soon bloody
burgeoning of those bundles
torches,
traitors and
putsch

DIAL FIVE

dial one
to dial back the intrusion

dial two
for communicating inhibiting
solar flare
or pulse

or one of those bombs
to create electro-magnetic havoc

dial three
for nice-sized asteroid
take out your switchboard
once
and for all
do the trick

dial four
for twenty eight day after
virulent
zombie plague bacillus
leave you
guys
feeling

not quite
yourselves

dial five
for perfect payback
catch a bullet to
shut you up
stop you
phoning for good

dial six
for the offer
you just can’t refuse

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
swallows itself
contrives
to disappear

UNTIL

poetry is
the easy way

simplicity itself
line

of least
resistance

a quantum wave
of words
about to
flow

no huge
necessity this
be

in any structured
shape, size
or form

any
particular direction

in your head
mon lecteur acad-
                 emique
length
     of line
geometry of page
                slice and dice
of caesura
stanza

and here
we have a bitch of a poem
that refuses to budge

your fingers hovering above
the page
a picture of frustration
portrait of
inertia

nothing ever seemed
so impossible
until it didn’t

nothing even
beginning to flow until
it would
not stop

poetry is difficult until
it isn’t

poetry
is no way
easy

until it is

until
(out of nowhere)
it writes itself

MILLION WATT AMP

I espied Apollo there
with his lyre

or maybe an
old banjo from dust bowl
heartlands

I am no
expert on music though
strolling through the stadium
with his
half-brother Dionysos

both exchanging at that moment
a sort of knowing smile

my guy
wondering what it might sound
like and,
more importantly, what
that sounds might do
to the
structures of
society

if it were seriously electrified
Marshall amped up to the max
(not ten
but eleven)

fuzz-boxed, wah-wah pedal led
and shaking the foundations
of Heaven
through
something close
to a million Watts.

ANACONDA

syllable by
masticated syllable

came across you
filling that legendary belly
devouring every
morsel
of my name

seems
my being a snake too
according to
the ancient astrology

made me
as regards foodstuff
near
exact fit for you

a task for you
to slide into wisely
without apprehension

if you were
to call it
a marriage here not
of convenience

but
made it Heaven

consummated
in Hell, in devilish fashion

I would have
to agree

although
equally I might just add

it sounds
just
as good

the other way round.

TIMELINE

Christopher
in this timeline

never makes it
to the New World
his ships got stopped
in their tracks
by metal flying machines
with stars on the wings
and the power
to sink his
every ship
in half a second

huge metal boats
surfaced from under
the water
which appeared to
have a few aboard who
could speak Spanish
or Italian

who told him
in no uncertain terms
to return whence he came
M
there, upon his arrival in Cadiz,
no one would believe
his story

and even under torture
the Inquisition in Madrid
could not extract
a plausible account

and, thus, in these
grave circumstances
determined he must be silenced

the thought of such
an advanced civilization
across the Atlantic
would shake
the Church to its core
and threaten the sovereignty
of every European nation

deconstructing
every
rational premise

from final straw
to germ of an idea.