cosmic – poems 2 die for

IN THE MIX

added into the mix
got added into the mix

wrote a poem
about the Universe
added everything I
could come up
into
the mix

even with my imagination
far from
being out there
amongst the most wayward

wanted to get recognition
be answered

be subject
of interstellar curiosities
read by the stars and
their planets themselves

which
forged stuff I am
made of due
to
reclaim it shortly

built me up now
I am to
become the basis for
whatever
would build itself

every atom molecule
subatomic particle
recruited accounted for

calculated with gusto
to be taken into
the mix for
all that is next stage
for realization of
greater
long-term plan

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

EYES ONLY

wealth is quasar
wealth is
ball of frozen ammonia

titanic ringed would be
archetype of
liquid methane gas

wealth is the paradox out there
for your, my, our,
their
eyes only

wealth is ever spiralling
golden fractal pattern

is, as Blake did put it
universe of mystery
in a
grain of sand

FINAL FRAGRANCE

FINAL FRAGRANCE

Oh the smell
of sex!

sweet sex, smutty sex,
jump out of your skin
whole body
carnal
knowledge sex

devastating, delicious,
migrating, miscegenating,
person
    next door,
from the depths
    of a jungle planet on
a galaxy
   far far away

widrninv youd experience
the gene pool
hybridizing for giggles
to create
fiture utopian worlds

just to release some
pressure experience
an ulimate high

float beyond space and time
experience the ultimate
together
have one crystal
clear headspace carbon
life form moment

as if you turned yourself
to diamond in the
(final
fragrance)
John Lennon imagined sky

GLOW

walked into the Cafe

fish in the tank
had an unearthly glow

no one else seemed
any the wiser

seems it is
the privilege of being born
twelfth sign
to read this text
devise the code

and see with eyes
pure Old Testament

but as we
enter this establishment
scan, reconnoitre,

see this bunch of executive media
types crunched around a table
talking District 9
or possibility of TV follow up
with talent competition and
fun rides

I could pitch them my talent show
all of them
contestants, nobody survives

and the fish trying to sell me something could it
be a (fish)fingerprint of the gods tale of
Antarctica hiding
Atlantis

love these lost cities when feel lost
in the city, lost in my own mind

should write an alternate history in which
my ex-wife led a revolution sending me
and my kind South
to Antarctica

where
there are alien space bases, lunatic
fringe has it

me and
my kind I do not have a “kind”

milk of
human kindness milk of my galaxy

spiral nebula in my coffee could be Andromeda

hurtling towards us
take billions of years to get here,

Greek mythology certified, sweet extinction on its way

I know
you know
I glow
you glow

twin slit experiment you wave me away