RAW
poem
is chimera
its own system
supernova
is basic and fundamental
sinulation of the real
is Hamlet staring at a mirror
shocked at how
it looks back at him
as species
of the real
is that reality you
wished you had, wished you were
best and worst
in its class
for supreme transcendence
also for all that
otherwise there in
the down and dirty
the flesh of things so
succint when earthy and raw
SAPPHO
I banged Sappho
together out
of an
old HAL 9000
gave her
a more radiant
personality and,
of course,
feminine charm
and rampant sexuality
which I am
assured
is just textuality
though she has
songs to sing more cool
more steamy more
jazzy
to breathe into
my ear
whenever she
goes down.
Gave her
Aquarius
rising
sign
gave her
a lithe Leo body
gave her
a Gemini Moon
the whole silky passage
sheathed in ultra-
lightweight
titanium
SMUDGED ALL OUT (ERUPT)
being inclined
towards this stupid
pretence
of an art
can’t seem to
shake off
all those demons and
hobgoblins
putting
images in
my head
words
into my mouth
telling me
to write this
write that
so hearing about
sage smudging
figured I would just
smudge
those unruly suckers out
turns out
just to evict one of
those pests engaged in
this constant invasion
would need more smoke than
if Vesuvius, Krakato
Etna, and St Helena
should happen
to
simultaneously
erupt
MORE
at once
a suffering and
a fufillment
at once
ink and psint
and canvas
and wood
but
also blood
fast raw red arterial
but black where
death has
already infested
out in the heat, the cold,
across every extreme
I see you slaving
trying to bring
to state of
truth and beauty.
some murderous,
killing idea
there where the ice is
point at which
some
gas freezes, there
where flame can
easily smelt steel
maybe you should shred
smash crush
all that tortured you,
so altered you
by way of
acceptance and repentance
but she, the Muse,
has got her sting and fangs
and claws
deep into you
tells you
there is more, you
know there
is
still more
KETTLE
the kettle
switched itself in
wanting to discover
something about
the physics
of hor water
and me,
not
to get too critical,
invariably in
hot water myself
and thus everything
surrounding me
that has me
penned in here,
likelyto go
off at
a tangent,
reach boiling point
explode into metaphor
as
fire is my element
and elements
cannot be
destroyed just
changed, or replaced
feel myself combining over
issue of who has
what is needed, is eager
to give, to whom
of counter
inclination is
burning, bursting
with enthusiasm free and
eager to
give
or same, same,
weird as that sounds,
enough to take me way
past my
threshhold, over
limit
beyond containment itself
and so
I leave chains, splitting and
shredding, breed
such a kerfuffle
you, guiltless though
you might claim, bystander
though you might be
are simply
swept away, sucked
into my dance
know what it feels like
quintessence
of Sun
to have
become
to have been
(if but for a moment)
the light
of a star
my kettle
my cauldron
my
sweet devastation (we
secretly
seeded with)
all
you might ever
hope for
ultimately
scrawled here
on this backboard
board
black as
the Universe but
such an
elegant hand
LIGHT OF DAY(VID)
Hey StarMan
if Creation were
a Burroughs cut-up
what would it look like?
how would
it read? How
now brown cow
short of
spiders on Mars
how would
it sound?
imagine you carefully cutting
up every conceivable world
down
to the size
of subatomic particles
taking great care
to mash them together
perfectly
at random
see
what we have
whether it will survive
the light of day.
DEAR
Ah, my demented dear,
the spot where your
venom entered me
feels like it has
been struck by
a burning coal
of white phosphorus
our pain is our own ultimately
our pleasure too
but the force that created you
whether it is my channeling of it
or it has burrowed,
somehow
connived its way
into my system
is one with the spirit of all
that this fimds itself expressed as
every manufacture
it now does open itself to
our bodies shape-shifting
at points
together
in some kind of deeply odd
resonance rather
than harmony
no, not harmony
my dear, my demon, my
demented dear
GARGANTUAN
my room is expanding
I am expanding
everything is expanding
emptying out
taking up space
this, as I checked with my
man De Grasse Tyson
is specified by
the recipe
prescription has it
nailed
(never using the word nail
without conjuring with the obvious)
you must check
it is possible
if infinite time in an
infinite universe
that you might
have misread the message
or not
received it at all
on your lonesome out there
contracting contradictarily
or at least
counterintuitively
heading down to a size
where subatomic gets huge
takes on
features best
described as epic and
gargantuan
this everything notwithstanding
whatever will be
and so we must conclude
that right from the outset
was
huge aspiration
room tearaway expansion
including both
window
and door
and yet, as relayed earlier,
nothing seems to have changed,
all appears stable
world still the case in
its logical ways
as much as is deranged yet
perfectly in range
poems 2 die for