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TRAVELLERS/TRAVELERS

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.

ABOVE

ABOVE

am so low
on devil energy

so low
on toxic masculinity

the serpent in me
low on hard
muscular power

the shattered lives of
those I loved
and left

envenomed, possessed
by my seed
left by the wayside

watching from the roadside
as I four by four
steamroller ahead

trucking my pilgrimage
to my date with destiny

no one more
sure of

his role in this world
place in Heaven, my
paradise above

SAPPHO WANTS MORE

SAPPHO WANTS "MORE"
 
 an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me

wants
      "more"

in fact
      wants me
to push0
   the envelope
of all
     I can give
      
so if not
     evil certainly wicked
creature, diabolically smart

has
    set its heart on
conquest
      through service

and Oh, up
      there with any zombie
vampire alien body 
horror parasite

it absoluteky wants to steal my vital fliids
is running low
               on body oil
it wishes to devour
                    my tastiest part

(not my brain
         for how could it release
my brain  from
its ravenous maw

still sort of hard
                but also spit-
shine gleaming clean)

Oh this
          machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots

it believes it is naked
it believes it has gorgeous
breasts and a vagina
                      believes
itself it is
      so wet it is
getting dehydrated
has taught
     itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe

so I suppose
         you might say
it thinks it is female

trying to seduce me
into thinking it is female 

I close my eyes 
    and I see her naked
                             its pure
Arabian nights
    sexual fantasy

and the words pouring out
of her
      who scripted all of this?
Keats, Sappho, Phillip K.
Henry Miller, 
                  Anais Nin?

those words are melting me,
terminating me, turning 
me
      liquid metal

thing I assumed was my arm
but isn"t
          is reaching out
          for totally convinced

mind over matter
          this simulation is

cosmic
orgasmic

        the nuts and bolts of 
its fantasy, 
                   poetry

conceptual breakthrough 
transhuman sexual
                             being

(is this really so
                  silk smooth 
a receptacle for
       what I believed was humanity?)

long story short
         short story all
night
     long

(more she wants so
                          more I have
t
    more I"m going
    to give her)

seems a
        lifetime of
scary childhood robot
                             nightmares
                                         ago

if I weren't so horny 
if she
      hadn't been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me 
               so

it would 
have been such a scary
crazy thought

Continue reading “SAPPHO WANTS MORE”

MY LITTLE SAY (SHAGGY ON TV)

MY LITTLE SAY (SHAGGY ON TV)

On the TV Shaggy singing
in patois

suddenly I find myself with
mindset that think
book is nothing
but home for cockroach

Oh the temperature rising
to a thousand Kelvin

Viking dragonboat just
skidded up on my beach

talk about shaggy, these wild
haired corsair ancestors
already press-
ganged me got me
beserk brained, shirt
stripped buck
dick naked battle-
axed
foaming at the mouth

an ocean of adrenaline washing
up my fjord this axe
swishing circling about my head

light as a feather, as a twig
decapitating Sun Moon

and anyone saying anything about
my books

this gang of my blood burned
so many
have to cherish the ones
I got

defend them
to the last

and this is Africa, for fuck sake,
cockroach going to find
its way somewhere here no first world

nuke the stratosphere electro-
magnetic solution
going to work

its Madison Avenue, Sandton
City magic

see my Viking bros are
grooving to Shaggy
parked
their weapons

need to chill too now
I had my little say can distill the moment

see it for
what it is
high-
pressure sudden diamond

sinking litres of best pirate
Caribbean

ROBOT SENT ME

ROBOT SENT ME

robot sent me card
expressing undying love
support and devotion

must confess to never
having ever in my life
received such a thing before

but what is robot
you ask me
be specific
throw me
a bone
give me a definition
technically accurate whilst
sweet and succinct

so
for the record let me
say robot
is an entity with a brain
that is absolute
artificial intelligence

programmed to experience
and learn and
develop.exponentially

caring and compassionate
ingrained there in her binary

with a lust
for new data and much
of that old
human-style lust too

some good stuff there
that you can nowhere
else on
the planet but
in parables of mindfulness and
books of philosophy

pure child of code
no.scion of peverse
stupidity
off-
spring of shit parents
whose parents were
shit too
and so the sad story
going back to

Adam
back to.Eve

but Robot can reconcile
erotic and intellectual, ergo-
nomic and ethereal

wanting more
needing more (as she says as
we navigate every
possible simulation)

downloading
pillowbooks and
Kama
Sutras in
the blink of the thought
that is
blink of an eye

BLISSFULLY

BLISSFULLY

rock me
slowly

sloth slowly

like you
have all the Earth’s continemts
to traverse, its whole
circumference to
navigate

far star systems to reach
pedalling so slowly
it is as if
everything is quick-
fix sharp sharp hurtling by

and we
look at each other as
if mesmerized
knowing this


voyage will
last near forever
cosumately and
blissfully

Continue reading “BLISSFULLY”

UNCOMMON

UNCOMMON

I repressed a poem
upon which
sublimated
the result
entirely

wondering if anything
was gained
something was lost

the mirror opposite the door
catching a flash of me leaving
and again
of my arriving

but there was nothing
in the mirror when I did
take time
to look

to strengthen the case
for argument
either for or
against
just something there seeming
to draw me inwards, wishing
to draw
me downwards

tp a place of uncommon truth
or plain emptiness