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XENO POEMS

XENO POEMS

1.  SUN

the xenomorphs
were playing
in the Sun

having such fun – –
    I did not think
biological creatures could
survive such. unseasonably
high
    temperatures at the heart of
the corolla

****

2.  BOOK

the xenomorph
was reading me
like a book

a Lovecraft book
one which
         turns its
own pages
tiny tentacles reaching out
from inside the book itself

****

3. FOOD

the xenomorph
shared its, food with me

after which, as act
of reciprocity,
shared me
with its food

****

4. CHOIR PRACTICE

The xenomorphs
having attainef consciousbess

found
religion

are gathered together
to conduct a huge debate
whether to
crucify, or
simply burn at the stake

the worst of all heretivs, apostates and sinners
and those
                 habitually
late for
     choir practice

****

5.  WAR

humans sent a delegation
to the xenomorphs

attempting to
civiluze them
moderate
their savagery

teach them the
gentle art
of human warfare

annihilating cities,
with state of
the art
    weapons

fire
   and forget

aimed at targets
thousands of
miles away

so
   casualties
not an issue








RENAISSANCE

RENAISSANCE

let’s have a Renaissance,
invent new styles, devise
new rules

a whole new way of seeing
small r, big R, modest, huge,
tailor made to alter
this mind set which
has led us
to follow what we
are being told
into year
upon year of
extreme disasters and
insurmountable crises

and to get this off the ground
before directly or
indirectly fire
finds
  and destroys us

burning us to a crisp
devouring all hope, guzzling
all food

this in the name
of 
   the highest ideals, as we
now see them
by virtue of which
we would
slaughter one another
destroying ourselves

believing this alone,
above everything,
sets us
on the right path
to the transcendence
of species

hurtling towards the right,
fully moral, sharply spiritual
fully linear
    incandescent realization
of our
determined life path

so
let’s have
a Renaissance, rewrite
everything here utterly

IMPASSE

IMPASSE

you glance
at my poem

my poem
looks back at you
into you

you glare
at my words,
suspicion impacted

wondering
what lies beneath, here
we hit an impasse

no way to
resolve this
applying the protocols,
rules, regulations
of current civilization

unless image
by image, symbol
by symbol,
together it is
we negotiate this page

trade, vent, share,
exchange

for the sake
of the poem

refract, reflect,
rescind, do what
we both do best,
perform
    a whole number
full-on optics and chemistry

without these
no hope for any preservation
of mere mortal remains

NOT YET WORLD

NOT YET WORLD

I received (or perhaps found)
a poem from the future
which I lacked
the technology
to wake
from its cryogenic sleep
(in this state presumably
that it might be
preserved
to be read
not in the past but
in their future)

was sure it would
help us resolve
the riddles of
our past
whilst giving at least
some inkling
of our evolution, and
the nature of the .
way technology would
be reshaping us
in order to assume radically redefined transhuman shapes,
perfect for
the pursuit of
exotic directions

and so I sit
using every bit
of ingenuity to
find
my way in

read
text, break
the code

decipher, deconstruct (as far as
I can) the message contained
it appears
to Express take a,precious glimpse into

the assuredly alien,
perhaps
incomprehensible nature of
that not
yet
world

ROCK BOTTOM

ROCK BOTTOM

Playing for
team humanity

I have tried
my best
as have
we all

and yet
we languish at
the bottom
of the league

zero points, expected goals,
goals, assists
the statistics show us
to be
the supreme
soft touch

slaughtered every
game whether
home or away

no match for
the power of every ambitious
all or
nothing
team

   stocked with
foul misanthropes and
cheating galacticos.
 

BRUNO

BRUNO

the stars above you
the flowers
around you

from where
you stand now
stare down St Peter
the Vatican lies
dead ahead
if infinite worlds
then
infinite knowledge
infinite wisdom

it seems axiomatic
but as fire closes
the case
denies everything

that wisdom and
knowledge
are cosmic
soulmates
forever to embrace,
walk arm in
arm

is becomes clear that
this is an argument
the laws
    of logic might
in this instance
have declined to make