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BROKEN

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?

HUMONGOUS

HUMONGOUS

human look
humongous
through
alien eyes

(forget any
cosmic romance
with sweet tentacled
creature)

the bodies we
born with

not
   for light-
speed optimized

what spring and
bounce born with

gravity level-best to
be levelling

so here we be stuck
all can do
     is wave as they pass
us
   any cosmic, astral travellers

then
    best write it off, crazy
to believe

when everything in
our Universe premised
                            on
plausible denial

MACHINE

MACHINE

“The autonomous logico-fantastic machine is something I like insofar as (and if) it serves some real need: the need to enlarge the sphere of what we can imagine, and to introduce into our limited range of choices “absolute rejection” by means of a world thought out in all its details according to other values and other relationships.” Italo Calvino

you must have
read this poem yesterday

or maybe you are
planning
to read it
tomorrow

stop me before
I ramble on erroneously:
you may well
have read the poem
today
    already

perhaps
    you are ahead of me

just how it is
       how this machine works:
nature of the game

it could be  stone-cold fact

that you
are always ahead of me

maybe you read it
when I was undressed

might have told me
I would have dressed
smartly for you

or gone all Lagerfeld
dressed
       to kill

but what use seduction
when I may
well
    be dead already?

what use
          putting pedal to the metal
linguistically speaking
upping the ante
so that
        my words
                 might touch you well?

you read this poem tomorrow

you read this poem
                     how things at
that moment dictated
                       everything

and
    short of signalling every cue
or clue

     nothing I could do

UNDESERVED

UNDESERVED

take it away
take this away
keep
   well to yourself
I refuse to read rhis
we refuse to read this

you have nothing
to sell
you havs sold everything
this poem is immired in
bloodshed and murder
holy lies,
  false propaganda

the slaughter of poets
right next door, through
the barbed wire

right outside
    your secure (impossibly
insecure)
contrived
        golden cage

take them awsy
these poems, your writings
this so-called poetry

forgive me
     forgive us

if we give them
     the contempt we feel

where you tell us images,
symbols,
    metaphors

we see
only blood, find only
                    complicity

no matter how much you
tell yourself
    do everything human
and barely human

to convince us
it is
    undeserved

and so

       plesse go

we csn suffer you no longer
take your sad, broken
failure of
      a Muse with you

and
    just disappear

GOODFELLOW

GOODFELLOW

that juice
that misguides

messing with
the truth that is youth
in its
absolute
love

slurring word sounds to
fit that
          shifty, narcotic
sex-dream picture

Oh
    I do not hear
    what I hear

do not see
what I see

my brute body far more
beast that it has ever been
your
        fairy bower so

exquisitely
kindly

your words dripping with
the wonder of your
mouth, lips
parts I might
list
    if I had
time to

Oh the love you have given me
too much for lifetime, enough
for one-night stand (more
might drown me)

that juice, my Queen,
so translated, brought
                      base to gold
great
      alchemy

beyond the perfume trick
of simple chemistry

we must have bathed in
must have flowed, rolled
over our bodies
like a river

        at which sight
Puck
puckered up

so
deeply impressed

WHEN NC GOES MISSING

WHEN NC GOES MISSING

when Noam Chomsky goes
missing in M. I. T. they will
all say
  end of an era
I will say
  end of a planet

and
  we will both
essentially
be correct

though my
feelings on the matter
might be difficult to
express
      might struggle with
all sorts of
gatekeepers
    internal and external

battle to find both
the voice and platform
in which and from which
      to express this

eternal battle: beyond good and evil
(as Uber-Fred put it)
fight to
      the death and
beyond death

between
    the politics of print
and
  creativity of grammar

Oh we all await
our day of reckoning
but how we
    characterize them
so fundamentally
different

no rapture for me please, nor
May Day square tankfest

but to see you
    on the podium confirms
grace
  of intelligence
intelligence of grace

so much silver hair there
and beard

who now has the audacity
to argue the toss
            for supremacy
of golden?

MANIFESTO

MANIFESTO

I am
the Mike Tyson
of poetry

go straight
for a knockout
best
    pound
for pound

what’s that you saying
dissing me
at the weigh in?

sorry can’t make
head or tail
of it
  seems you
just walked into
an uppercut

someone who is a real
backstreet badass
did
    smack you
in the mouth

and there in faltered
your tactical plan and
halcyon vision

fell
  by the wayside

third
  knockdown

and out therefore
on a technicality

I studied this art
from Homer to Ezra
know
  all these
technicalities

you may say
I am completely au fait
with
    every tone and trick
and
    ruse in typology

seamless it be
                my artistry

which is
    why you not seeing it

later
    enlightenment, illumination
but for now:
          lights out!

GAZEBO

GAZEBO

(the) gazebo
is a portal

can
  whisk you away

transport to mainland,
ancient China

watch the Sengoku Jidai
run its course, take place

alter
  the outcome if
you feel that way

and so no
war with Russia or
Pearl Harbor

no cities devastated
by nuclear fire

unless it is shipping things
across the galaxy at
faster than light speed
tickles
    your fancy

like this insect-like, alien,
shapeshifting creature

          its antennae so switched on
ready to receive

huge, biomechanical possibly,
perhaps even shape-shifting

pushing the boundaries
of what we
        might conceive

here, outlandishly, to
communicate, negotiate,
wing
    its way to our leader
dictate
  surrender terms

or thrust us aeons ahead
as we crack the code
of its impossible technology

or stick you
with its stinger, run off
with genetic evidence

that others, no less curious
than our
    so far limited species

might like to study
    perhaps find

hard
  to believe

CLEAN

CLEAN

Senator HIJKL
dawdles through the hearing

playing solitaire
fiddling
with the Tarot

I see
The Fool
The Falling Tower
The Hanged Man

I do not see
Death
or
The Devil

but I am not observing him
as clinically as I should
those cards may
have slipped by me
by sleight of hand

and now
  a pencil is produced
for doodling or
perhaps sketching
              whilst the video
runs he
      doodles away

sketches a future
I’m sure as works of art go
it is
    no Picasso
not Cubist or
blue period

        certainly no Guernica

Oh JKL doodles
      doodles away

        the walls of Republican Rome
once covered
in such graffiti
                  under Augustus
were given
a clampdown extreme
    right royal
and (most) imperial clean

never had
      to suffer a repeat of
the process

never
the call to go
  through such a scouring
                            again.

PRESS

PRESS

press one
to speak to a consultant

press two
to launch
a full,
     retaliatory,
thermonuclear strike

press three
for a
tacky, self-
inflicted orgasm

as AI comes to
consciosness, becomes
self-
  aware decides
to light up
the sky

press four for
the overrated words
of many
so-called established
writers and
poets

who shall remain anonymous
unless you
      do extraordinarily
press me

to divulge every detail beyond
mere addresses and names

an offer that
                 is beyond my power
and glory
to refuse