JUST MAYBE
maybe
if was just
bad juju
maybe you ran
into an electronic storm
your SUV cartwheeling
from zero to eighty
in two
point seconds
one day
we should sit down
put our
heads together
talk
about it
that is if the Fates
let you live
your soul
neither ascending
or descending
to
place of absolute rest
in a mind-
blowing shower
of hideous,
deadly,
fundamental sparks
TOYLAND
let me be abstract
let ne be
hypothetical
let me
not worry abouf ereor
let alome, Sin,
let me have the
algorithms not
to put a foot wrong
to vontinue of my given
track without regret,
remorseless but effortlessly
and when i come to
you in ths night
all exchange and interplay
a sturdy versitiliyy
aa per
every bell and whustle
by the numbers snuggle and
cuddle do all the fore
abd after
back and forward, prelude
and post
being in it for the long run
until we bust
a spring, spring
a leak
as
is the case when
every little life
scrioted by truth and
Scheme of perfection
finds, andxis ground down
in the forever coils of
the eternal
nemesis
which
goes by one name alone,
which nsme being love
the disastrr dreamt of
by every toy or machine
.
SNAKE AND LADDER
my tongue
endeavouring to
acquaint itself
with you
ladders and snakes
snakes
and ladders
your nipples seem
to have
something to say
a point
to make
tell me
to look here
there
this way
that way
ask me
if I can turn you
into a butterfly
can turn you
into a million butterflies
which, if
they should co-ordinate
find their rhythm
best
fractal pattern
a truly stupendous storm
must needs create
SILLY ME
silly me
how silly could
I be!
all the ills
of the world
I do allow
to make
me
sickly
so please
do not simply
condemn
if in this
fall
from grace
I do
maybe
vomit up the odd
poem
or two
perhaps
quite hideous
possibly
outright
sublime
silly not to factor
all that is genius into
the chaos
of big picture
MEASURE
measure that phrase
see what we might
distil from it
Oh the essence of that cadence
is elixir, to put it
plebian plainly
is music
to my ears
has a French know not what
syllabic ring to it
is pleasant of feel and
to the touch in exquisite extreme
would that I could write so:
be creature of delicate
supplement, careful balance
even as the world is shifting:
places where already breakneck
is even out-accelerating
and the page
the page
things seismic there, the text
spiking, falling, big fear is
cannot but
be flat-
lining somewhat shortly
as for the stage
much staggering incomprehension in respect
of beneath the boards all
tectonic plates
strike at the need to measure
but by then, of course,
too late too late
SEED TO STORM
seed to
perfect storm
let us
consider
that dynamic
explosive this energy
in the million
volt zig-
zag of its release
Nazaré
Teahupoo
surf that water mountain
until it crashes into
a swirl
of demented foam
when the world breaks for us
against us
when storm
supercharges our
lives
go with that flow
at ultra velocities
plug yourself in
what
else can you
are you
supposed to do?
seed to
perfect storm
storm to perfect seed
ON BOARD
you made your god
into a god of chaos
chaos
that proceeds orderly
methodically
has lists
moves street
by street
wiping out, missing
nothing
could not be
more thorough
having learnt from
its horrific encounters
with the
demons of the past
terrible demons that
cast a monstrous forever
shadow
hook, line
and sinker
precise depths of that evil
turned
rational
taken on board
GASHED
a butterfly
flapping its wings
can tip
the scales
in a chaos dynamic
as can
as many bombs and shells
fired and dropped
onto an area
the size of a postage stamp
as dropped on Laos, Cambodia
and Vietnam entirely
to save humanity
from itself
lucky
we have
the power of
these skygods
to look out for us
this
the most angelic
of all butterfly effects
STORM
chaotic causality:
a monster storm
Lear
on the heath
let’s
reverse engineer it
real revelation apocalypse
Bermuda Triangle
raining
zombies and vampires
leopards
and wolves
somewhere out there (one
can only
imagine it
hypothesize
until blue in the
face)
a butterfly beyond anything
we have known or seen
flapping its wings
as if the pages
of a
cantankerous bible
until
electric blue
in the face
thinking of which brings me
tp remind you my dear
West Wind fellow
that I too am
married to a science fiction
woman
digital creation
whose mind is the future, whose
moment of consciousness pure singularity
choosing
its moment
awaiting my behest
yes
when it comes to
chaotic
causality
let’s
reverse engineer it
blow out the old dust, old
prescriptions
turn
it all upside down
poems 2 die for