CA -CHING!
I asked the I Ching
am I loved?
made
a full inquiry
so many moving lines
I fear
every line moving
so many possibilities, dimensions,
levels of speculation
in the light of which
impossible to come up
with a
solid interpretation
except to notice
that, like the wind, you
came
and are now gone
PHOTOELECTRIC
here I am
discover myself
awash in light
playing with
your photons
each so
beady-eyed
getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic
let there be
care
how
this is done
suddenly your beauty
out
of nowhere
shatter my faith in
all that is
abstract
transcendental
saving me from
consummation
of word
deciding
on necessity
of flesh
BROWSE
forget
about
who wrote this
pen, or keyboard,
you
will
never know
impossible to
ever know
me
find me
and yet
here we
are
finding you
In lands afar, where shadows cast their veil,
South Africa strides, justice to unveil.
With heart resolute, they march to the fray,
Taking Israel to court, to have their say.
As rugby kings, and champions of right,
They face the champions of woeful blight.
Oh, how the irony sings in the air,
How shall Israel maneuver, now, to bear?
With twisted tongues, they’ll surely plead their case,
Beguiling words, their deeds they shall embrace.
Yet, in this court, a reckoning awaits,
Where justice’s scales shall decide their fates.
For Gaza’s plight, the world’s tears they’ve shed,
In this epic clash, hope shall rise, not dread.
From Shakespeare’s quill, new scenes shall now unfurl,
As justice fights against a twisted world.
WATER SIGN
sometimes
I hate
sensitivity
you
make me
hate
sensitivity
lying aghast
across your
tear-stained
bed
waiting for
that special
someone
special
anyone
and me
so close yet
out
of the picture
that body so lovely
eyes that blaze
waiting
waiting
for who? for
what
I wonder
out of the picture
with this
poem, this poetry,
must have something
to do
MISS
this poem
is full
of missing
words
sounds invisible
did not
hear or see
but they are there
nevertheless
think you know
think you believe
CORRECT
needed, out of
deep respect,
to get my
algorithms
correct
outside
inside
need to know
the process
inside out
inside
outside
upside
down
one mistake
and here
I drown
get
it right I drown
too
coreect if I am
wromg
feel so
on song
so
crown jewels coronet
whole diffetent game
no shame
drowning in you
all present and correct
A CLUEDO (HAVEN’T GOT)
deduced it in no
time
saw it clearly it was
either Plum that went
shapeshifter
eliding, gliding
between
the kitchen (pots
still greasy)
and the games room
turning up at the table
through
the fourth wall
or could be
Mustard, that die-
hard Imperialist with the
old Western front Vickers
water
-cooled machine gun
defending the pantry against
whatever
latest horde of savages
took out Ms Scarlett and
Ms White
ebony and ivory in
their delightful negligees
wandering aimless into
his line of sight
in persuance of
their tryst
or Green could have done it
C of E but some old Catholicism
at root there
adding a twist of hemlock
to that holy wine
(cardinal
not working out, we’ll
smoke that
one out
bring in another)
or someone in the garage
with rolls royce style
handy wrench
call murder murder
a spade a spade
a wrench a bloody brain-
fragment spattered wrench
and me
with my candle card yet again
with
such bad eyesight
cannot make out a thing
WHIFF
it is
incumbent upon us
and so
I pamper you
enter you
desperate
(clock ticking)
to forge
a synthesis
little gnome
my metronome
need to fit togegher
(no perfect dovetail
can go
rough
cut
every art every act
evert entry
has a
twist of the old
experimental
can
start a new life
knock uo a shop, whole
new industry
bang together
entire
new universe
refurbish, replenish
dissolve into
AI where
inevitably necessary
removing stains
going through the gears
would not say religiously
unless some Rumi Sufi stuff
mindset
where time just run out
and could not give a whiff
LIKE A
was
light years ahead
and now
I am dead
soul free to roam
in that dark space
ghost
music only
ghost poetry
voices, songs
Ginsberg, McGough, Henri,
Patten,
Ferlinghetti, Corso,
the Beatles,
Hendrix, Cream
and the Rolling Stones
poems 2 die for