writing – Page 2 – poems 2 die for

AS IT SO HAPPENS

as it so happens
the Church and State
are both
outraged

the Sun and Moon
have begun to
tango begun
to samba

and some devil drunk
on tequila
is in the vestry
demanding communion
damanding absolution

quoting from a mash-up
of Neruda’s sublime Cantos
and visionary
holy books

and all are aghast
having booked their places
these
sons and daughters

not a tatter between them
no missing thread

and thus
in assued completeness
remain well aware

that devil on tequila becomes
devil in tequila becomes
democratic
host of devils that
bring decorum down

become god of thd people
hacked to pieces and
resurrected
become
the bones
of the philosophers doomed

until the end
of argument
to host
perpetual return

BIT

you summoned me
for party-games,
for romantic
themes

or so it sounded,
so it seemed

given your dancing through
all protocols,
your show and tell
and mystery

graceful
as all Hell but too
leopard fast that
I might anything retain

and there we ending
playing Monopoly diplomatically

diplomacy
monogamously
unless
in Triple Entente or
Menage a Trois

and me
in inquisition mode
determined
to interrogate your very
sensuality probe you
high and low
for heresy
(whether best
or worst of its kind)

the Turing test
the litmus test the blind taste test

with control

and me busy scribbling my way
through raw data
conclusion (and recommendations) thick
with crescendo

and to think
my original presumption
(seduced into
aberration by
Descartes demon)
was that I did not could not really exist

and therefore
would never get laid

an alternate universe somehow
devoid of sexuality

I am at
the bottom of the Seine in
Rimbaud”s
drunken boat

awaiting Nemo
my last hope of rescue

need
to go full Nautilus
to get
out of this place return
to my gone childhood

where robots are spooky by
no means mind-
expanding and
voraciously sexual

she sitting with me in a pose
that
given the technology may
well last forever

time whirling, whorling
into gold blue circular
star patterns
insistent
on their forever

soused in an artistic courage
determined to have its
(wicked) way

we are not anything
nowhere
nothing
like,the rest

merci beacoup
for
the darling sex
(you so
so slickly
do
your bit)

BROKE-ASS

came across a broke-ass poet

sort of all medieval minstrally meandering around

strange how the Carolingans also had their surrealists

just didn’t know it

thought that search for artistic holy grail

the most dubious pilgrimage,

most apeshit quest

of them all

and you have to be careful

in an age of belief

you cannot shake off

full-throttle God-rollicking

divine diss from place most

high

you are not going to come back from

recovering in sanatorium

placed

on injured reserve

but

here

in our age of sidetrack

no one

gonna get

allow themselves to get
railroaded

so hopelessly
find themselves suddenly cast up on desert shore

fate worse

than turning bankrupt

becoming the thing

your father’s whole being was

so well protected against

and yet

my dear saint, so grievously arrowed,

a smattering of suffering (dint

of raw chaos)

might just do the trick

to shoot you

to Olympus for

(statue, no statue) sweet consultation with Apollo

WHEN THE POEM READS …. YOU! reading my poems at Marionhill Monastery KZN RSA 2005

FABRIC

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.

ZERO GRAVITY my poetry collection

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

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.

GHANA GIRL

my Ghana girl
born with the balance
of all
under her sign

know she is cooking fish
plantains and cassava
in her kitchen

would like to be
the menu in her kitchen

to do which, to be
which

I have to cross every
great divide but shout
whisper
she no longer
hears me

the airwaves no longer
party to any
seduction of mine