Category Archives: 1, poem, poetry,

SPIN

you need
to find yourself
in a poem

to really
know spin

nothing like
this, what
we have here
to totally disorientate
you

spin you
in a centrifuge
       give you a

whole new sense of truth
complete new sense
of solid gravity

BELIEVE

if I get
taken in
media res
before this
sentence
ends

before I
have said
what needed
to be said

there are other signs and
traces I left
for you to find

I left behind
thinking of you
across all
those years

shaped by those small
memories in ways
you will not
believe

GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS

if I am a ghost now
demand music of me
open me up
like a grand piano

what were once organs,
flesh

now just keys
and wires

upon which
fingers which may
or may not be mine
have belonged to me

drifting from note to
note, chord
to chord

trying to tease out of
what I suspect may
well be a moment
a regular sonata

and you
drawn by that music
a ghost yourself
seem almost
as I catch
sight of you

inclined to remember
unless I am
quietly mistaken
sadly
all this for nothing

and now
whether either of us
existed
ever shared word
contingent space together

we must leave to
the world we
have forgotten
to decide
if it does believe

WELCOME

the beauty
of the poem
all this poetry

is that
juxtaposed
to everything

it is
a complete lie

but by
the time
you reach
the last line

it most
certainly
won’t be

but if it is
still is

seduced by
its magic, totally
convinced, absolutely
on board
you certainly won’t see it

FAIR CHANCE

thanks for agreeing
to take the test

just
answer the questions
talk naturally

we are not trying
to trap you
do not
desire
to catch
you out

want to give you
every opportunity
to express
your humanity

alternatively
process the data you
require to
convince us
you are
just like us, no
difference
to speak of

fair chance
to fool us all

WELL, I’M THE ONLY ONE HERE

move along
nothing iconic
to see
here

no mind-bending moment
of Bickle improvisation

no need
to watch
bug-
eyed

start
to understand

what it means
to imagine yourself
saviour
    go full vigilante

with  a .44 magnum
and array of
backup guns

street cleansing
ethnic cleansing

no huge leap
of the imagination

to imagine you
sprout wings, twin
jet thrusters
targeting and
guidance systems

a battery of
air to ground ordinance
to sort
    every problem out

CHOSEN PEOPLE

you were supposed
to teach us the truth
bring us closer to God

did you
perhaps forget;
have greater priorities

act as an example
lead children
along the path
of righteousness

not carpet bomb them
target their classroom
blast them into
shattered fragments

bits
everywhere

meant to lead
towards the light
not steal and
kill to survive

live
at others’ expense
burn your way
to supremacy
brutally self-
convinced

lighting your way
with the utter
worst of cleansing fire