FILL
poem would
not come to me
do its sure sell
soft shoe shuffle
open
a window afford
glimpse
of its tricks
said I
lacked
the appreciation
was far too driven
for anything
to
nestle, rest
fill that grievous hole
in my disposition,
cement
my understanding
these basic
words having
so much
to discover
not to
mention
(by way
of footnote) seren-
dipitously gain
THEY
they papered over the cracks
until there was only paper
the whole wall
was wallpaper
steadily depreciating
but as of now
worth a ton
but so much
focus on the paper
we were told
to forget about doors
forget about windows
forget about foundation
forget
about structure
and then
they wrapped all
our joys in
smothering, swaddling paper
killing them off
telling us
out with
the old in
with the new
and loss of our joys
pleasures and
freedoms
part of the
new beauty
wealth of
our trajectory
purpose of life reconceived for all
neatly packaged
for death to
receive them
how many without love
like me
without love
far too
late for me
to love them now
neatly packaged
for death
to show them
love is a thing
one can live without
AND IMAGINARY
The women in my room
are unreal and imaginary
we spend time
drawing invisible Venn diagrams
all across the floor
in this world, unlike this
supposedly real one
(which is,
of course,
bullshit)
the gratification comes easy
is intense
and profound.
Have no idea
how much air
it has sucked
how it is going to
pay for itself
who is
going to to pay
for these lines:
the good lines
the bad lines
and the ones so
downright
ugly
say such
unfriendly, inhospitable things
ripping the fabric
rocking the foundations
astonishing that we be asked
to support such
outpourings.
TRAVELERS/TRAVELERS
Travelers
is close to the border
nation to the North where
people are
same same
meanwhile sat in Travellers
downing best Springbok-level
golden lager
just now
might get lucky
or the Universe
my Universe our Universe
might end
of a sudden
thanks to
climate change or
inertial
guidance
have drunk so much
am in no
fit state to drive
am in need
of some guidance
need to
go full Horus
align myself
with the stars
shame
on my masculinity
so drunk already much
philosophical discussion but
no
stinky finger
no sneaked innuendo
headed in
direction and to conclusion
could label
quick relief
but all your Northerners
(way further North than Botswana
if not
quite to
the pole)
must be bemused
by all these South Africanisms
just now
meaning
next few couple of seconds next
few
billion years
all is good in this haze-brain state
courtesy of Dionysus
perfectly scientific
given the relativity of space time
strictly
interpreted
according to
the single-wave
superposition (imposition)
totally out of
your right mind
brutally simplified
many-
worlds theory
of suiwer quantum mechanics whole- sale
human
supply
and cosmic demand.
LOVE
goddess Aphrodite
is getting
ready
for love
good love sure love
soft love
hard love
both in
respect of
below
and as
regards above
poems 2 die for