AS HE MIGHT
was taught by a dapper man
who tried to
put a stopper on it
but try
as he might
just exuded brilliance
gave me wings taught
me how to fly but
you know how
we human beings
strive
for the ever higher,
become
what cannot be
contained
and other
self-defeating prophecy
AFTER
after the armageddon
he took some
well-earnef rest
the loss in megatons
of millions
he could live with
his red-
line limit
up there in the billions
and who can say
today when
they brandish
superposition
death is a reality
and reality is death
no finding that
cockroach better
equipped to survive
nuclear
winter, forever cancer
trade whatever for exchange
of consciousness
ROCKET SCIENCE
it’s not rocket science
rocket science
is something supreme
all those fantastic
ballistic computations
to generate such
extreme confidence
that separation and
delivery will be clean
consonant with
the exact standards of
human endeavour
the final outcome
leaving
nothing lacking
nothing incomplete,
unfilled
yet to be desired
TARGET
you talk the stealth
of first strike
they won’t
know we
are coming
and so we both fire
though no one is coming
this beautiful
death technology
such a
shame,
if put to waste
what use being born
with a price
on my head
target on
my back
and Einstein’equation
demanding final vindication
TABLE
the Cheshire Cat
is laughing
first the image
then the sound
and everybody jam-
bunned and ring
doughnutted around
the table
simultaneously think
eltromagnetic truth and
paradox
of quantum theory
how
if we accelerate particles
to speed of the sheer possible
the tea pot currently
hovering overhead
might be cajoled into
surrendering it secrets
something brewing in the air
right now
time not
as secure as we
assumed it might be
clocks recognising this
gone wayward
disintegrating
we did the Math to
work it out
got
a recurring decimal fractions
will never end
and most
imaginary or
imaginary numbers
BONE CHINA
was at sister Emily’s house
drinking chamomile tea
from fine bone China
the day felt paradisal
but in the air
talk of civil war
so she and I chatted about
brutality, death and slavery
saw this escaped prisoner
making his divine way
to her front door
across her garden pathway
much we hoped he had
in store for us, was
bleeding
to tell us
leave us feeling in
the eternally ambiguous state
of hopeful, quietly
terrified,
secret acolyte
ON PAPER
sometimes a metaphor
will close in on you
tunnel its way
through your defences
(so much for
all those early warning
systems you
did invest in)
but sometimes, on
the odd providential,
proverbial, for-
toutous occasion
you get the taste, the smell,
the look, the feel
of an idea
get to
test its reverb, sound
it out yourself
put it
down on paper
where it either
complements, supplements,
adds to the order
or runs
rampant, creates fissure
sweetest
chaotic
disorder
blossoming?, evaporating?
who
can say
what is marginal boxes
but it also frame slices
leaves things
out in the void
which might
be there somewhere
ULTIMATE
was reading the ultimate
work of science fiction
next to the roadside
hoping I was
not in line for terrible
exposure something
beyond
my comprehension
which you two
brother authors have
such a
beautiful handle on
was reading the ultimate
work of science fiction
risking
cell mutation or worse
with every moment
of exposure
Boris
and Arkady
so much here you
have to
take
stock of
file for reference
have the mind of the Universe
take
into account
POSSIBLE
could it be posdible
or would it
be contrary
to our true
brutal, selfish nature
that we conceive
of a system
without walls, prisons,
chains,
books that
have to be read and
followed to
the last line
to the last letter
one where
we concentrate exusively
on the preserving
of freedoms, guarding
of rights, treating
with love
doling
out pleasure
and all of anger and aggression
and whole host of
dark shadows
we sublimate, re-
direct
and become at last
the true creator figures
we
always dreamt
we might be
poems 2 die for