CLOUDLESS

CLOUDLESS

a cloudless sky
stopped my scarlet red
Citroen
  to open the farm gate

cannot pretend to
understand the physics of
colour or
   indeed, the physics
of sky
you lost me as soon
as you spoke of wave-lengths
and light diffusion

but here we are (or at least, here
I am, your presence with me
somewhere
  between metaphor and
simple rhetorical gesture)

here we are
as if shielded from
the Universe (which is
the case exactly) virtue of
us being
    (no clouds
to distract me) right
at the epicentre of
a surrounding sphere, looking
out from
inside the skin, the translucent
skin
   of a beautiful blue ball

expanded to a size, a height,
that just works for us perfectly

reminding me
        as this time of ultra
advanced return
of feudalism
              of the music
of the spheres

with all that economy
with all that cosmology

nothing in a million years here close to
      that darkest conclusion

that things beyond this
blue bubble

moving away from us so fast
they are
beyond
all
   Doppler red-
shift
     beyond very
                  speed of light

and
so

back down
       to Earth as always
for
sheer preservation
of sanity, not

        let all this here
overwhelm me

wanting
those clouds back

wanting not to imagine myself
inside the skin
of anything

wanting
to just go
       where it is all heading
commit
to that glow

   light speed beyond
but (blessing of
relatvity) with it

one
    feels

                just
floating

moving in one’s mind
from
      incarnation to
incarnation

no desire
     to be laboured by

understand
the physics at all

QUIETLY (SAID THE PHILOSOPHER)

QUIETLY (SAID THE PHILOSOPHER)

quietly, said the
philosopher,

thus
the philosopher spake

argued quietly
should be
my default mode

here
on the edge
of an abyss

never jump to, rush to,
solution, conclusion

only after
careful inference,
                   deduction
make
   lightning leap

remember
   that a single feather
a flock doth not
of
  necessity make
still less
     an angel

though the brush of a wing
where none
      should logically be

the feel of
a beyond
          you cannot put your
finger on

may be
    different thing
                    entirely
every
   ounce of your being
shred
    and philosophical fibre

crying out for
     deeper engagement

doing so
      quietly

FLOOR MANAGER

FLOOR MANAGER

was asked
what is the
difference
between a poem
and a
soup can?

poem
and a soap box
poem and
a Rorschach blot

or should that
be blotch

seems like fractals abound
in all those tiny
peninsulas and
rough, rough edges

like constructing a flat
two dimensional map
or writing
          a poem
on the floor
of my brain

SUDDENLY SLAVOJ

SUDDENLY SLAVOJ

let us
delineate

four square address
the issue of morpholog

no prefix suffix
juicy bits
sexual punning innuendo
flyby Uranus
double-.entendre allowed

unless, somehow,
by some miracle,
the crude oil of
laughter might
heal

solder the spirit along
its split seam

  this I believe
the crude position of
Aristophanes as
        adumbrated to the dinner
guests the evening
of the symposium

before he got so alcoholic rhapsodic
did an Icarus
       just fell down

gross guffaws of great philosopy
                  (looking at
you Professor Zizek)

helping us
    spin with the world
as it goes round and round

BROKEN

BROKEN

poetry is sublime
code

bought you a nut-
cracker best
to crack it

heard the thunder, saw
the lightning created
by yout exertions

thpught if this
             be the reaction
of what we call Nature
tag
   as the cosmos

and if sweet Lennon-
McCartney lyrics be
the end
   of civilization

what would the lightshow be
like
      in store for us
   
  if we were to collide the
exposed
    God particles of the cosmos
                           (beyond
hypothetically)

in order to create singularities
         deep underground?

FOOTNOTE

FOOTNOTE

What is
a politician good for?

was baffled by this,
but now
am entirely
flabbergasted

it’s the kind of question
after too many drinks
stuffing down a cheap
curry or
fish and chips

funny question to ask
and we have no better answer
than that given by
the Ancient Greeks

shocked at the disjunction
between political deeds,
political speech,
political ambition

and any
kind of philosophy.