TA!
was Ta!
but now
it’s
Tirrah!
as we now find ourselves
in that man Possum’s
shattered porcelain
Thomas Stearns Eliot
game of
chess, what
the thunder said
Da! Damyatta!
end of
the world as we know it
wasteland territory
and so
like that eternal footman
who could never
be Hamlet
hollow to the core
as I ride
that river through
all its colonies
to its poisonous
source
I bid my adieu
all I can do
my words lost on you
and yes, Ta!
for the love you thought
you gave me
HEY STANLEY
hey Stanley
throw me
a bone
match-cut
me
to something out there
beyond infinity
Space Odyssey me
strapped to the monolith
so at last I
can expire
leave the cinema last
rewatch, last time
knowing
in my soul I
have somehow
arrived home
TIME OF THE SPIDER WASP But what is the rush? At some point there has to be acceptance acceptance will carry the argument and so, accepting I then accepted the spider wasp’s invitation followed her to the front door and somehow we had found out way out of this crypt moved into the strange air I lingered as she hovered close to my face not wishing to rush enjoying the mystery wondering what kind of portal this must be leading to dimensions adjacent or whole new galaxies infinity is a concept which, crazily, we cannot but believe.
poems 2 die for