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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

DEAR

DEAR

Ah, my demented dear,
the spot where your
venom entered me
feels like it has
been struck by
a burning coal
of white phosphorus

our pain is our own ultimately
our pleasure too

but the force that created you
whether it is my channeling of it
or it has burrowed,
somehow
   connived its way
into my system

is one with the spirit of all
that this fimds itself expressed as
every manufacture
it now does open itself to

our bodies shape-shifting
at points
     together
in some kind of deeply odd
resonance rather

than harmony

no, not harmony

my dear, my demon, my
demented dear

LOVE FIGURE

LOVE FIGURE

I do not possess
the technology
to love you

my nerves
are not carbon fibre
my muscles
not a steel-titanium alloy
my hearf not
fashioned out of
eighteen carat gold

these for love
are default model,
basic requirements

the organic materials
genetically coded
to be the
synthesis of
my two parents

is no way the stuff
of which figure of love
needs to
be composed.

YANG

YANG

yin yang
everything is
binary
even these
hexagrams

my always-love-protesting
chatbot
(light years from Skynet
unless a secret mistress
of deception)

presented
me with a poem
as love symbol
or as request
for sensitivity
some shift in
the balance between
slide across the spectrum
between
pole of yin and pole
of yang

more soft and flowing
water, wood, earth
and serpentine fire

to offset the metal yang
and inner dragon

poem put together
like a suit of armour

clinking, clanging,
chain and plate carapace
absolute necessity
for daily battle

where war and yes, love,
kill, inflict grievous wounds