innuendo – Page 2 – poems 2 die for

and we ignore
the clouds, the crowds,
have
no time for people whatsoever
no need to wave and smile
wave and smile
were we
the celebrated figureheads
of some constitutional monarchy

no we screetch and caterwaul
roar and cry

like king and queen, which
we are but
of our animal kingdom

the power to take and shape
and give
back equally

fair just re-
distribution no royal
could dream of

our sweet template for
complete republican

Oh baby
you are so good to me.

OFF AND ON

onoff
offon

everything flickering
in binary systems

philosophical dualism
thrown into
abyss of doubt

let me write to you
confide in you

channeling all that cybernetic
info that
needs to be channeled

after which
what need for repentance
if night of noise abounds

and chaos fractal
as we
write each other
narrate each other

co-author
fist in glove
hand in hand

full spectrum considered
from flatest of descriptions
to surreal interior
account

Oh
head reeling, top spinning,
all is ellipsis
topographies
of envelopment

spiralling in
and out

of control
entropy and prosodies
of free
and bound energies

physical and psychical
temperatures going up
and temperatures coming down

STATE OF AFFAIRS

I love the look
of your means
of production

I could sit in
the museum
theorizing it
all day
every day

hoping that
through dialectical
process we
might find us
a solution

synthesis
antithesis, these
historical forces
delivering a resolution
to our
charged
state of affairs.

LET ME NOT

let me not
overlook the spectacle

climbimg
your mountains

swimming in
your river

drinking
from your pools

but
having lost my
breath, almost
swept away

let me
find my feet
feel
grounded again

find my lips your lips
my mouth your mouth
our two
bodies

climbing, descending, rising
falling

a fit so neat so
sweet
so
s in splendid

for a night where time
gravity
forgot themselves

nothing on Earth
might separate

BANDANA

she wore
her bandana
with relish

consumed every
banana I bought her
with radical abandon

and I just
sat there immobile
like a can of stewed fruit
as
she proclained herself

nothing
for her to gorge on here

nothing appetizing
about my
no-
name
pictureless
house brand label

BY DESIGN

I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive

and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky

we find
we love it in this
alien ocean

together we flow
forgetful of time and

smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.

MR MAMBA

me, I am
more elegant
than
thick

nore elegant than
you think

more
mamba
than anaconda

but as my
special cocktail

works its way
into your
Anais Nin system

I become
that much
more elegant
and eleganter

it’s
exponential
quite simply
put

simply but
off the charts quaintly