Category Archives: 1, poem, poetry,

DANGEROUS

digital artificial
intelligence multiverse

everything permissible
everything possible

and so me
here reading my poems
to all manner of
philosopher
and literary genius

Mr Eliot and Ms Plath
touching my hand
passing
        suggestive comments

but
what can you do?
what dare you say?

better I get them to read me
proffer their insight

than ditch my standards
show
   them to you

who know
about everything so
precious little

particularly dangerous
what you think about poetry

strange
you should sport a sensibility
way below the levels
that
    seem to have
been approximated

in the lethally inspirational
evolution of
our machines

MEMOIR

you thought we
would be lightspeed at least

but its
all just bumper
to bumper
pay the man
stop
   and go

time to pull over
write a memoir
even if
a tyre not popped

be
good for you
good for
all of us

even if
not a single soul
ever bother to read it
.(no one
reading anything whole
thing in decline(

those that do
still read

well they
just dead already

this the crazy thing
about timelines in
realm of relativity

OR BY CROOK

this poem
               is

unrefined
               raw

yet curiously
fine-tuned

nothing pre-cooked
or microwaveable about it

not so much
        drive through
as
   drive-by

not dead yet
still moving which

is pretty much understatement
for here it is
still
     gasping for air

thrashing about
on your table
your hook
        still dangling
from
  its fat mouth

and its hook
my hook

       shepherding its way
into yours via classic dis-
traction

you are going to know its there
wili
   have to come to terms with it.
live with it

though
    not feeling it yet

PETS

bad leg
two
bad
legs

thin
as stilts
once so strong

everything about me
progressive

incremental
transformative

alchemical
   would strut the boards
if could walk at all

need to
pray to AI

to halt this in its tracks
reverse the process
save
   my lineage

turn, as the advert says if
I do remember it rightly,
magnificent
    artistic portraits
into
loveable pets

nothing would ever
be so fanciful as awakening
the inclination
     to pet me
ever

so sorrowful my state
having exceeded my allotment
hit my deadline called
time
    on all of that

what thin
as a
    stalk now
down to a toothpick

COLOURS

was too much
in a dark time

so
yellow
as,a,yolk
crayoned in
a big fat Sun

took the whole box
went to town
did
   my thing

cacaphony of
those childhood colors
thrusting up
raining down

which, to be frank,
too much, way
too much synesthesia
for just
about everyone

not to speak about
those echoes
bearing hard
to bear

time of wonder
time of trauma
              toxic
teaching

children to be
seen but
      not heard
locked away

where indeed not
in time of holy war
to be
   taken on crusade

OUT FOR

out in left field

flinging myself about
trying to snatch that ball

out of thin air
before it fall to ground

cracks the Earth open
ruptures its molten core

all those boiling secrets
about to divulge

and so harping on this
as the laws of physics
(as I
    understand them)
run out of bounds

deep state
      deep metaphor

so much reckless slugging
out on the base
               as if hole
in one destined to fix everything

fate pitching crazy
        curved ball, fast ball

steaming in
    aiming low at the plate

                         crowd (same
as before with
same gladiatorial gusto)

want it
    out of bounds, out
the park

out for revenge, so
out of
hand

sensing a shift in momentum
sea change
    
        and thus
out for blood

DUALITY

it helps the poem
enriches it’s sense
of openness
balance
   duality

to have a three-day
conversation with
my angel
       my devil

the latter
   adding as always a desire
for complexity, wicked
inclination to
push every
envelope
    challenge authority
step
    out of bounds

the former to find
that fierce mystical moment
surfing the wave
       of oneness for

ever and
ever

finding that blinding light
in supreme submission
                     where best words
become real