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TEAPOT

TEAPOT

below
everybody’s radar

a fabulous world
bunkering
at the bottom
of your
white rabbit hole

and
after a divinity of
fine tea in the
arms of such company

time to reset
boot up
    swipe
delete any virus
inconvenient program

waiting for
the bus of old age
who on Earth is
going to believe your story

the jury out
on whether the bus has
been missed, is late,
can
   be said to exist

that debate
still raging, if ever
so quietly,

the luxury of it all
every tea set fully furnished,
expertly laundered

no future as monolithic
on the horizon, on
any horizon, as that
presents us as star child

not wishing to moonshine you
Cheshire Cat or Caterpillar you

you my dear girl
        captured in this selfie
under the hat you
borrowed from
that mad
fellow

nothing in your sharp mind
going to change the heavy
metals in
    his system to
                     gold

who single-
handedly threw
tea pot into unknown
postal district
     this saucer into whole
new big bang aggrendisment
lurking in
galaxy not up
to us
to speak about

TABLE

TABLE

the Cheshire Cat
is laughing

first the image
    then the sound

and everybody jam-
bunned and ring
doughnutted around
the table

simultaneously think
eltromagnetic truth and
paradox
     of quantum theory

how
   if we accelerate particles
to speed of the sheer possible

the tea pot currently
hovering overhead

might be cajoled into
surrendering it secrets

something brewing in the air
right now
     time not

as secure as we
assumed it might be

clocks recognising this
gone wayward
      disintegrating

we did the Math to
work it out
                 got
a recurring decimal fractions
will never end

and most
imaginary or
imaginary numbers

AT ZERO GRAVITY

AT ZERO GRAVITY

no soul

just
a hole

and me falling
fast out of
dense parent
childhood

like Alice
without
a parachute

until, trick
of physics

I hit
zero gravity

feeling myself
unplugged, unsupported

choice words
hurtling past me

seemingly from
pen and
     paper from

the immortal
Ms Dickinson

and me
trying to catch,
hold onto that

before I go
meteor, comet,
full asteroid

burn up
   in Wonderland’s
realm of
alternzte science

wild
     surreal curved
atmosphere

YES YANIS

YES YANIS

“the surreal colonizing the real”
                     Yanis Varoufakis

Columbus would have made it
if he had not traded
his ships in for jet skis
and surf boards

would have made it
to the Pacific
if he had not
stopped off in DC
to watch the
Army Navy game

his progress tracked
by GPS satellite, with
constant updates on
FOX, CNN and
alternate media
(outside Columbia and
MIT braves from
the seven nations having
set up
protest encampments)

Zadie so worried
whether her hypothetical
Zionist student would
not be bound
to feel aggrieved, suffer
horrific identity collapse

if hole in your vessel
easy to find a plug in DC
use a member of the house

the Hatter would tell Christopher
as the tenor got weirder
and the teapots all ran out
tea enough
   still perhaps
after a previous party
floating in the harbour, but
for a great teapot at
this time of writing, a
wanderer did inform him,
you might
have to consult Boeing and
the military
     industrial complex

Ah, the logic, the methodology,
suffice it to say, pure area 51
pure Man Ray,

pure
    little girl without arms
bullet
through her head this
tale of Wonderland
is not about

you came to these shores and did
not expect to find palaces
did not expect to
encounter castles
golden dubloons maybe,
perhaps
    a golden gate bridge

but not a landscape of
golf course and tenement
and cloud
    saturated with capital

dodging those Lakota arrowheads

they said that
here there

would be no King
everybody would be a king
as
   many kings on deck
as playing cards

Christopher somehow now
up in the Rockies inside
the Overlook Hotel

ghostly overseer Stanley
whispering in his ear
an adage that
    colonization is

the heart
of the horror

colonization
       the name
of the original sin

Yes, Yanis
      still waiting for the cartoon
version of what I scribbled
down here

have commissioned Salvador Dali
have pleaded with Picasso

T (TO PERFECTION)

T (TO PERFECTION)

don’t want to see
him

have you for tea
know you
to a T

measure you
exacTly
     find you wanting
leave you
wanting

wearing my mad hatter’s hat
skyscraper top hat
am going to
invite myself to

that cream
and buns party

see how many tiny mice
get stuffed into
that teapot

until, with
absolute aplomb,
time is called on
that sad
   stale old joke

forever recurring, such
crucial, critical distance
between its
    sweeiness of promise
and hap-
   handed execution
  

FOLLOWED

FOLLOWED

followed Jacques Derrida
down a rabbit hole

seriously
name-dropping all the way

saw Slavoj Zizek
and all his twin twizzle
and tweedle brothers

who asked how I could
have been so sure
that down was the direction
I was heading
  when, counter
intuitively, up might
equally
      make perfect sense

and I
might be twin too
Moon cavorting on the lunar surface
doing sibling-style stuff
with young
    Castor and Pollux

and other twin
who penned that tune
I am the Walrus and Richard and
Karen
    in such seemingly
beautiful harmony

Oh you cannot
     put a cat in a box
and have any kind of certainty

you cannot come up with truths
you can always reconnect

the very land we stand on
slipping and sliding
so slippery-slidey

what
     we have before us here
(not referring to the tea party)
so different
    from what I was thinking, what
expected, and
what I almost fancied
I was destined to express