ENOUGH
managed to scrape together
enough time
to write this poem
which none
of you are going to read
I could not be more convinced
the days of carving, shaping,
wordsmithing lines
together
seem so
long gone, irrelevant now,
sweet for the stuff
they wrote in
a bygone age
Medieval, Renaissance,
Romantic, Victorian
and
mind-
bending modern
or shamelessly
meta and (self) reflexive
decidedly
post-modernist
TWICE
was sittimg in the
recreation centre of
the Event Horizon
watching the movie
Event Horizon
having my
doubts about this mission
all that horror footage
getting me
to think twice
FROST
I am like
frost on glass
on grass
frost
on your window
am much akin
I am
frost on the page
cold
and old
frozen
to the touch but
thaw
when you breathe me
stay with me a moment
that we both
start to
smoulder
both
learn to flow.
FELLOWS
is dream
about the dreamer
or the dream?
Kurt Godel
Zhuangzi
Mauritz
Escher
Italo
Calvino
help
me out
fellows please re-
direct me
sorry to
name-drop
this very thought
has got me tongue-
twisted lost
in the
labyrinth
that is the brain
and one if not
all of you
may just have the key
FIXING
“where I’m wrong, I’m right”
The Beatles: Fixing a Hole
let’s
see what
we got here
check if
there is a hole
if so
how to
fix it
if not
why not?
poem need
the right kind of holes
(where would
we be
without holes)
just jokin’
poem got to be
fun
poem got
to be serious
we had some
fun so
let’s go
serious
switch of a sudden
turn on dime
between
fun and serious
truth to power: break
in through the back
leave via
the front
do your dreadlock goldilock
thing
have your Gulliver
child’s play
turn it
all
upside
down
seems like you serious
but
can we be
sure to
be sure
that last line
gleams wickedly, such
a look in your eye
and eye need
the light
how else
delight?
bend those bars in
before out
your light coming in
your light
going out
see here: a VOICE
in with
a shout
poems 2 die for