SHADOW
in my previous life
I was a shadow
a millisecond after
the flash evaporated everything
fatboy, bigboy,
littleboy, bigfatmacboy
whatever
you called
it
and so
this time round
far
from that shore
forgive me
and my haiku mentality
where
I struggle with life
and consciousness
remembering only
my fear of the light
SILENT I am in the library hunting for tales of darkness and light feasting on the silence some poems are silent this we must respect in a world of horror what can a poem possibly say? some things are terrible some just overblown too big to talk about in a thing called a poem I have worked my way through this book labyrinth found what I was targeting exactly what I was after wondering if the books of light in this library are protected by angels flashing in to defend humanity, promote safety and justice bomb dropped falling as I wonder whether a golden robe goes with the territory is the absolute sign of favour presence of the light
TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)
to be fair
not right to condemn you
just so
change your landscape
alter a few
dimensions
can get you
to believe anything
Nietzsche has, I believe,
a clear advantage over Socrates
in sticking with this
caught in your context
lacking the acumen to escape,
or height to
see over the parapet
soon your environment surrounding
you like a hemisphere, a sphere,
a bubble
and that, in truth,
is your whole world
and my world too, and all
our worlds if you had any say in it
not for not speaking and coercing
have you failed in that regard
still it sometimes looks
almost pretty, though, observing
from the outside how
light refracts within
your bubble
VIENNA GAME
was playing against you
in the Vienna game
down to a tie-breaker
stakes couldn’t
have been
higher
my light side
versus
your dark side
my deepest dark
versus
your brightest light
attack, defence
defence, attack
my Freud to
your Jung; Jung
to
your Freud
Yin Yang
Yang Yin
yanging
and yinging
end to end
stuff
up and down the board
lines moving unmoving
broken unbroken
lines
of our lives
two
complementary strategies
right through to
the desired endgame
TAKEN LIGHTLY
e = mc Hammer
smack that anvil albert
till it gets red hot,
gives you a packaged beat
you can rattle off your
lyrics to
stuff ever ready like shirt
covered in his mother’s spaghetti
yes, mr em and m rabbit
I am talking to you
something light and street savvy
but pointed and existential
the chords in the scale
and the riff being the things
that might put in the mood
for a
theory of everything
it all
sewn together by
multi-dimensional string
poems 2 die for