SEAT

SEAT

false flag;
true
    Cross

it keeps us, all
this uncertainty,

glued
   to our seats

on the sofa,
     in the pew

trying to go Nostradamus
eke out a precognition
based on some
over
    the top rhetoric, faulty
few sound bites

but those gleaming angels
of rapture, authors
of apocalypse

keep us good and clean

             above all faithful

and riveted

the poetry of the spirit
being

        the absolute
                          of fire

when we hear their song sung
what now
                but

sublimities in
            surrendering

CARNIVAL

CARNIVAL

the carnival
has up and left

it is
all downhill
from here

colours unsaturate
coagulate

everyone has a problem
with my greasepaint
like I am
some shape-shifting
monster hanging
out
in,
calling out to you
from a drain

Oh I need to get subterranean
work at you
via so much
exposed nerve

do the serpent alchemy
that turns hot spittle
into
golden venom

so much beautiful
bad will in every single drop

when you
hold it up to the light

Carnival

REVIEW OF MY NEW COLLECTION BY PROFESSOR JEAN- PHILIPPE WADE

Dear Damian,

Sorry for my delay in replying to you – I was suddenly hit with 2 PhDs and a Masters, all rough drafts awaiting my reading.

And then I received your collection of poetry, to be read Buddha-like, away from my supervising .

These are great poems, and so many, racing from the ancients (Greece, Rome), to the futuristic stars, to Tesla, to Vietnam, to the Aztecs, to Hendrix, to astrology and Tarot cards… your intelligence sweeps through time and space, from TS Eliot to Homer to Shakespeare to Coleridge to popular culture, and always there this beguiling poet with his doubts and hopes, his hard look at the world, in poem after poem this relentless imagination at work, teasing meaning out of a unimaginably complex world.

These are brilliant poems – often requiring many re-readings to feel the full impact of the ambiguous words, the complex visions.

Thank you for allowing me to read them, and congratulations on a fantastic collection of poems that make us think, and re-think.

(My favourite: Queen of the Khmer Rouge).

They deserve to be published as a collection.

Best wishes,

Philippe

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INVESTMENT

INVESTMENT

death pitched up
to teach me
how to divide by zero
and to determine
what his return
on his investment
would likely be
.
meanwhile, background
microwave radiation made
it difficult to hear him

and so I set
my soul into
freeze mode, so not
a molecule might move

went cold cold cold
in my
outlook,
philosophically speaking,

laissez faired every inclination
as far as could possibly be