Tag Archives: identity

NEMO

NEMO

suddenly I’m Captain Nemo
fathoms deep

contriving to
fight a liberation war

against my people
against myself

sharks swimming past
my bedroom window

and me
       tearing into
everything I was
once
   taught to believe

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

HEIRLOOM

HEIRLOOM

there will come a time
when you step
out of your front door

only to
find

the clock in the house
old family clock,
heirloom
    that both of them
for all their
differences obvious
and concealed, real
and imagined
     will both swear and
schedule their lives by

only
   to find

heirloom, heirdoom,
        doomloom

time inside and outside
could not
        be more relative

and there it is
         out of nowhere
a growing pains singulaity
                          suddenly
extreme gravity
cosmic, yes, but
              when you speak
them in the boat
whirling around the vortes
just
   outside
  the event horizon

you will learn the apt term,
which may, in this case,
well be
psychosexual

and there they are dictating,
prescribing
       these great theraputic
gentlemen

who never in the world did
you expect
to see
    in real life

persuading you, pleading with
you
    imploring you

to find your negation of
this house of fiction, parental
palace
    of delusion

and until such time
        use the back door to
leave

quietly
     and at peace

SHUFFLE

Shuffle through selves
as though through cards

Tarot cards
really ancient, origin
God knows where

that reek of dark
and translucent magic

and here
is the Empress, all
Aphrodite
she I was most faithful to
in the face of
steep disregard

her beauty, as you see here,
leaving me floundering
leaving me speechless

reading in the arcanas
the failures of my journey
as I cling to
this mask trying to
keep it secure as
it slides down
my face

the tragi-comic smirk
moulded there
mocking my feeble
attempts and onrushing failure
as I grope in
this swallowing darkness
for some
kind of illumination
some
kind of source perhaps there a

complete reading, a divination,
the wisdom
that I need

if there is wisdom
you always telling me
we can
find the wisdom
(so Empress-like
in everything
you
do).

IDEALLY

IDEALLY

I have an idea
for writing a poem

an idea
for creating the Universe

an idea for
making love to you

and now
thanks to all the angels
resonating in this field

we can now
give it a number, work
out the probability

construct a theory that
can be proved by experiment,

that traces all these ideas
as they do their damnedest
to alter
the nature of things

back to what it is
abstract physics will
no doubt insist
is actually me.