HEY STANLEY
hey Stanley
throw me
a bone
match-cut
me
to something out there
beyond infinity
Space Odyssey me
strapped to the monolith
so at last I
can expire
leave the cinema last
rewatch, last time
knowing
in my soul I
have somehow
arrived home
COBBLERS
I cobbled together
a Mary Shelley
using some
leftovers
from the
fridge
filled her lungs
with a breath
of Romantic poetry
stuffed her brain
until it was set
to burst
with every available
microchip
and soaked her soul in
a loop-feed running of
Kubrick’s
enigmatic
masterliece
that if
this
the genre
she was put on this Earth
to bring to birth
she migjt
glean
enpugh of a gist
for a
pure reboot
remind us
where it
all went wrong
where it
all
returned
to the slime
sank into
slick
death hubris
ONE AND ONLY
imagine
you are one
moment
naked in
the street
in Hamburg
the one before
in Strawberry Fields
with Yoko
the next
being introduced to
Paul
the next being blown
away by a jealous soul
with a snub-
nosed special
imagine a
world become
so non-linear
everything you are and were
revolving forever on a carousel
imagine that you
are
have become
none other
than
Mr Sergeant Pepper’s
one and
only Billy Shears
CLOCK THIS
I glare
across the board
at you
my need
for victory
my need for redemption
though not
necessarily
a queen
sacrifice
there is in chess
almost always
a really
good move
perhaps even
a best move, a
brilliant move
hiding behind it
submerged in the patterninf
and yet in plain view
clock ticking while
I rack my brain
to find
my moment
of mastery
the beauty of the pieces
finely carved, exquisitely
molded
expanding the brain
Star Child style
to
the edge of consciousness.
KUBRICK’S CHILD
when
dust
sprouts legs;
begins
to
think
the Cosmos,
amazed
proffers
a nudge
might
venture a wink
MONKEY BUSINESS
’68, year of the Monkey
what if there were
no Space Odyssey
no Moonwatcher to watch
the students of the Sorbonne
turn France
upside-down
overhead, somehow lost
in the inaccessible recesses
Overlook labyrinth
of HAL’S digital memory,
there is no
continuity error in space
no ninety degree offset
in every planetary alignment
no fabulous match cut,
best there
has ever been
and incredible other
incredible leap by
the Kubrick imagination
Star Child spawned of monolith
floating back
from Jupiter down to
our so shabby planet
to tell us
that the cosmos is our
mirror and our future
written
as if on a screen by
end of
the journey, last self
our evolution
pure promise of our becoming
true
immaculate machine
TIME OF THE SPIDER WASP But what is the rush? At some point there has to be acceptance acceptance will carry the argument and so, accepting I then accepted the spider wasp’s invitation followed her to the front door and somehow we had found out way out of this crypt moved into the strange air I lingered as she hovered close to my face not wishing to rush enjoying the mystery wondering what kind of portal this must be leading to dimensions adjacent or whole new galaxies infinity is a concept which, crazily, we cannot but believe.
B ALL (and end all)
what’s the monolith?
and what’s a monolith
doing here in our
simple
B movie?
did you, my extraordinarily
intelligent darling
bring it onto
the set
write it into the script even?
seeing eye to
digital eye
communing secretly, talking
telepathically
in binary code, arcane
subtext, hidden
hieroglyphics?
stretching yourself to the limit
to receive the advances
of super-
advanced alien
higher consciousness
to higher consciousness
(raw) red eye
to (raw) red eye
parallel line
to parallel line
biomechanical to organic
in endless feedback loop
PIE
“a piece of pie”
2010: The Year We Make Contact
A piece of pie this monolith is
the cosmonaut said, unaware
how he was caught or
framed by
HAL’s beady eye (I say
“HAL” but you know
I must be alluding
to his Russian equivalent)
the monolith such
an iconic object by now
in all technologically advanced
civilizations
giving us the smarts to
nuke the entire
planet in
defence of our waterhole
and all on that hill
we havd sworn to die on
no the monolith though
teeming with stars looks
like a thick sheet of rolled steel
block of
planed wood
so much in our culture (ask
HAL!) revolving around
the battle
between steel
and wood.
STAR BRIGHT
sapphire blue star
at my window
and you with a dish full
of technicolour mushrooms
figured
even with
the blessing of Vega
this is
just too early
in the morning for
over the rainbow
but the magic in those fungi
such that
a tin-
brained man can
solve such
complicated equations
as any red-eyed billion terrabyte
wizard
locking the pod bay
or monolith
on the Moon
poems 2 die for