SLIVER
poem is a piece
of the heart, a sliver,
a part
poem is a shadow
of a shadow
of shadow itself
needle
in a darkling haystack
no way
to locate
the gist
of its spark
divine or
decisively physical
thing that
refracts, tries
its best to reflect
in the grace
of mosaic
sealed in sharp
mirror shards
poem is.
Tell all that is
out what
you can
of the in
this thing I am we you are
public private the terrain
of all
hope and despair
creature of light (said
to be) much
submerged
in own light
BY INCLINATION
how many
angels can
sit on
the point
of a needle?
how many demons
can turn
on a
dime?
to which super
ability
do
you incline?
SUFFER NOT
suffer not
the children
to come
unto me
whole
and alive
or in
bags of pieces
like Lego, Meccano
or doctor-doctor sets
VILLAIN
each of us are a villain
in some origin story
my phone alarm sings
celestial cosmic sounds
at 5.20
in the morning
(exact
moment I was born
making me an
ascendant Aquarian)
and news of airstrikes
all over the media
preparations
for the SuperBowl, one
week away to see
which team of
scarlet supremos
will
be champions of the world
the world
being America, it is a
killer synecdoche,
poet as villain
not with you
thetefore against you
further from grace
with my every little diatribe
CORRECTLY
You are better
than those other people
they would have
harvested the hair,
collected the skin
I stopped to clear
my lungs of smoke
and ash
for a moment
not on
an industrial scale, you say,
yes, I will give
you that,
it is an essential difference
I step away
pick up a stone
scratch out a haiku on
the back of it
with a bomb fragment
that is not
a haiku, you tell me,
point out correctly
that five seven five pattern
I see it nowhere
yes, my friend,
I stand corrected, you
speak correctly
but there again
from my perspective
there is
something skewed
in everything you tell me
I wonder
if you are
perhaps
not human, that
basic core
self-
mutilated
ordained pattern
expelled
GENRE we presupposed it was fairy tale it was a natural presupposition we were not well acquainted with cosmic horror and understandably, who expects the great ancient demigods to claw their way up to the surface right in the midst of a military campaign of ethnic cleansing fuelled by religious demands for mass extermination clearly we need to learn much much more about the spectrum of genres
FOR HUMANITY would like to thank you for what you have done for rationality thank you profusely for what you have done for the truth above all, thank you for what you have done for human decency and humanity but for what you have done for God I think best to leave it to Him to thank you Himself
LOVE THEM (GOT TA)
poets, poets
got to
love them
all shapes
and sizes coming in
fighting
for the light
some pushing, pushing
edge of that envelope
push so hard it
boomerang back courtesy
of curvature of
the Universe
some
dibbing, dabbing
polishing the inside
of that bubble that it shine
like a
jewel and
still
keep its perfect shape
room for both in this place
I say
no lebensraum issue
either way
perfect bubbles and
magic
messages from
the back of beyond beyond
you see
what life be like
without either of them
STICK
stick to football Gary
and
over and above that
stick to your job
(not down
the left
wing but
finisher in
the middle)
stop
sticking it to
all those true
Britons, guardians
of the long
ball game
who never won
a sweaty sock or
dinged
shin pad
no thought
of golden boots and
golden goals
won
against Beckenbauer’s
band, Maradona’s
mob
serious rivals, experts
in dishing out
national
humiliation
nor
are they ever
likely to, spending their
careers on the pitch
like demented ducks
lacking
all
sense of the game, worse
than headless
chickens
scoring goal after goal
after crazy own goal
from
every outrageous angle
and somehow
always what
is contrived to be
a totally illogical
offside position
BROKEN
poetry is sublime
code
bought you a nut-
cracker best
to crack it
heard the thunder, saw
the lightning created
by yout exertions
thpught if this
be the reaction
of what we call Nature
tag
as the cosmos
and if sweet Lennon-
McCartney lyrics be
the end
of civilization
what would the lightshow be
like
in store for us
if we were to collide the
exposed
God particles of the cosmos
(beyond
hypothetically)
in order to create singularities
deep underground?
poems 2 die for