GASHED

GASHED

a butterfly
flapping its wings

can tip
the scales
in a chaos dynamic

as can
    as many bombs and shells
fired and dropped

onto an area
the size of a postage stamp

as dropped on Laos, Cambodia
and Vietnam entirely

         to save humanity
from itself

lucky
     we have
                 the power of
these skygods
              to look out for us

this
    the most angelic
of all butterfly effects
  

GOODFELLOW

GOODFELLOW

that juice
that misguides

messing with
the truth that is youth
in its
absolute
love

slurring word sounds to
fit that
          shifty, narcotic
sex-dream picture

Oh
    I do not hear
    what I hear

do not see
what I see

my brute body far more
beast that it has ever been
your
        fairy bower so

exquisitely
kindly

your words dripping with
the wonder of your
mouth, lips
parts I might
list
    if I had
time to

Oh the love you have given me
too much for lifetime, enough
for one-night stand (more
might drown me)

that juice, my Queen,
so translated, brought
                      base to gold
great
      alchemy

beyond the perfume trick
of simple chemistry

we must have bathed in
must have flowed, rolled
over our bodies
like a river

        at which sight
Puck
puckered up

so
deeply impressed

GAZEBO

GAZEBO

(the) gazebo
is a portal

can
  whisk you away

transport to mainland,
ancient China

watch the Sengoku Jidai
run its course, take place

alter
  the outcome if
you feel that way

and so no
war with Russia or
Pearl Harbor

no cities devastated
by nuclear fire

unless it is shipping things
across the galaxy at
faster than light speed
tickles
    your fancy

like this insect-like, alien,
shapeshifting creature

          its antennae so switched on
ready to receive

huge, biomechanical possibly,
perhaps even shape-shifting

pushing the boundaries
of what we
        might conceive

here, outlandishly, to
communicate, negotiate,
wing
    its way to our leader
dictate
  surrender terms

or thrust us aeons ahead
as we crack the code
of its impossible technology

or stick you
with its stinger, run off
with genetic evidence

that others, no less curious
than our
    so far limited species

might like to study
    perhaps find

hard
  to believe