MEASURE

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 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

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

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

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