NIBBLE
nibble
nibble
nibble
cit the wrong wire
armed the system
the count down
going
crazy
we both doomed
whatever explosion
between us
whatever
volcano
about to
erupt
magma
upon magma
superhot caldera
no hope for us now
started with a nibble
a single, fatal
total nibble
here is a desire
unleashed
devourimg
everything in its path
THIS GUITAR
this electric guitar
is singing, screeching
to high Heaven
and the Devil has
promised me a woman
before
I be baked in an oven
roasted in a furnace
reduced to
sentient ash
doomed to suffer forever
the flames
of an intense fire
and this
as fair, reasonable
payment for her beauty,
such beauty
your beaity
creature created to
define and express inner
and outer
the entire limits
of desire
poem from my 2014 collection: Zero Gravity
SYSTEM
and now I find
and now I find
gymnast and
syntagm
are so intimate
anagrams
of each other
spooky action
at linguistic distance
but what do I know
of such unique connection
all my lovers
ghostly, some
actual ghosts
the dust of all
that was desire questioning
my stridence
gives the idea
puts me on notice
that it is
all simulation
and when you undress before me
in name only
getting the sweet syntax
up and running
see what you are up to here
Mr Shakespeare or
Earl
of Oxford
whatever you wish to go by
privately call yourself
spilling from Juliet’s lips
the philosopical truth of
a true rose
even if
a thousand years of cynicism
scepticism stands in its way
when you
go inexplicable mystery
and wrap yourself around me
making us (yes, channeling you
Professor Noam Chomsky)
branches, leaves
upon the same tree
graft taking
we can grow now together
happy
(who would not be) though
this all
feels pre-planned: our
perfect simulation
TONGUE TALK
I flick out my tongue
to test the air for you
drink
your scent
rattle
appreciation
no
threat display
though lately
I have been told
I am
indeed venomous
potent neurotoxic
am thinking that
the glory of my dance
and the
beauty
of my coils
sly sophistication
of my
pattern
will
win you round
COUPLED
be careful
what you
wish for
imagination
coupled
with
distance
is such
a killer
the creature of
my dreams
was
so different
strange, alluring
utterly unique and
exotic
sadly
she is
light years distant
in space
and time
her species across
the galaxy on a
distant
epic planet
however
you do spin it,
her species not having
begun to
truly evolve yet
at least in a direction
I would extremely like
MASK OFF I took your mask off and then your clothes and though in what followed there was an intensity of proximity so close, and yet still in entirely different realities courtesy of digital space.
poems 2 die for