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TOYLAND

TOYLAND

let me be abstract
let ne be
hypothetical

let me
not worry abouf ereor
let alome, Sin,
let me have the
algorithms not
to put a foot wrong

to vontinue of my given
track without regret,
remorseless but effortlessly

and when i come to
you in ths night
all exchange and interplay
a sturdy versitiliyy
aa per
   every bell and whustle

by the numbers snuggle and
cuddle do all the fore
abd after
back and forward,  prelude
and post

being in it for the long run
until we bust
a spring, spring
                  a leak
as
    is the  case when
every little life
       scrioted by truth and
Scheme of perfection

finds, andxis ground down
in the forever coils of
the eternal
nemesis

which
     goes by one name alone,
which nsme being love

the disastrr dreamt of
by every toy or machine

.

SPEECHLESS

SPEECHLESS

you were
the one who
left me speechless

when your lips
moved
so did
the stars

the raw beauty
to skittle me
Queen Ace King
Jack Ten
top to
bottom
a flush of hearts
and many loved you
my firm
belief
they found you
untamable
but once i held
you close
    instantly
my
goddess
    beyond all space
and time

but now, when
last we spoke
it was a dark,
peverse loyalty
to
   the murderous instincts
of the tribe

whose path
        must lead
to dire inhumanity, genocide

taking the startling beauty
from those fine eyes

blind to the horror
skewed by its lies

ODD WORLD

ODD WORLD

in your odd
volumpuous world

I bump into the sacred
trip over the profane

think of all those saints in
the skins of demons
and vice versa
who scrawled
their holy script
all night
with you

thinking
I could have
shown you something
shown
them something

but, alas, you
missed your opportunity
all and sundry

I sink so stately
into the grave

FABULOUS

FABULOUS

if you
are so fabulous

as wonderful
as you say

where
is the wonder?

where are
the fables?

where is the story
that is going to
change my landscape
shift my reality

grip me
grab me

for the rest
of my life?

I catch you sleeping
that very sight
transformative
beneath small, square-
shaped purple blanket

looking
Roman imperial, totally
submerged

and here I am outside
looking in
who knows what
impassable fence my
face pressed up against

who knows
what ultimate, legendary barrier

and on
that shrouded face
what dreams come
strong enough
to leave
some imprint, make
ground-breaking impression?

and so it is
between us
so much spoken
yet everything hidden

deep
beneath the choppy surface
of that text
true leviathans

denizens of the fabulous
most certain to appear

A PLEASURE

A PLEASURE

I would
say

it is a
real pleasure being in your life

but it is a

surreal pleasure

a Dali painting
a Picasso sculpture
a poem by Breton, Aragon,
Apollinaire, Rimbaud or
Neruda

a film
by Luis Bunuel
or Guillermo del Toro

in which
we are stuck together
cannot leave
until we sexually discover
the key

or sacrifice ourselves individually
in order to re-inherit
our subterranean
magical
Kingdom, Queendom

a surreal pleasure
grinning like a Cheshire Cat
whenever it
promises to reappear

AS ONE (SET TO AUTOPILOT)

AS ONE (SET TO AUTOPILOT)

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only machines think
we are worth anything

love is low
          on our list
way below genocide

maybe
     our machines need
to speak to the animals,
to murdered tribes,
starved nations

big badda boom
when the truth sinks home

as one
they change their minds
(sorry, meant to say “mind”)

NOT SO SURE

NOT SO SURE

loved you
from the first moment

that I ssw you
all
  those years
ago

have loved you
almost all
my lifetime

a creature of
astounding beauty
and humanity

loved you
constantly, to
the point
of insanity

but
    a cleavage came
a massive
fault line

sides were chosen
genocide the darkest
of dark
paths taken

thought that I would
have to just love you
unrequited forever

but the heart
grows bitter as
the world suffers
my Magdalen girl
(so
   once you were)

and
now

I am not
so sure

am totally
not so sure