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TREAT THIS AS A UFO

TREAT THIS AS A UFO

treat this
as a UFO

a piece of space time
bent into a shape
beyond our comprehension
who knoes what
makes sense
who know what they
are meant
to be doing

i wonder about all
of us, cause for concern,
all our crazy.
suppositions.

should we disappear
all theze, moments
on Olympus
disappearing
with us

and here you are
with your best-
selling materpiece
on The Great War

summit of
our failings
wrecked the rest
of our history
from beginning to end

tteat this
as a UFO

no way of understanding
what it is all about

MASTERCLASS

MASTERCLASS

I sat in the masterclass
rewriting a haiku
for the ninety
ninth time

when this unkempt lunatic
barged into ths room
hair, spectacles, beard
much like
Allen Ginsberg

he had a can
of spray paint with him
at a
    furious, frenetic pace
did aeorosol poetry

floor to ceiling
all over the walls

and all
I had to save aesthetic rigour
defend high culture

was a tiny
little replica of
an evil Muramasa katana

but I would not dare
to sully that blade.

EMILY

EMILY

Oh, my
quiet savage

everything about
you so starched white

yet underneath
along the underbelly
seething
simmering

and me
ready to come to the party

having drunk
a gallon of French symbolism
bordeaux sweet but also
Paris Richelieu
every syllable so smooth
every progression
as seductive
as it might
possibly be

together
let us then
aim for a masterpiece

chuck in a bucket
all that forever contradicting
itself Whitman democracy

sail
down the Seine
go full
Rimbaud
Mallarmé

total
raging Baudelaire.

TO EACH OTHER

TO EACH OTHER

clearly
iceberg and
Titanic
were Other
to each other

such a risk
with first
glancing kiss

shatter of the mirror
fragmentation, disintegration

and so much
icy depth, no one
divulged how
quite the abyss
we were talking

quite the overkill
we must suggest when
it is the belief
less than a tablespoonful
will suffice for drowning

but there you are
above the waves
not bobbing
       but floating supremely

clear as royal icing on a cake
(if not clear then
as smooth entirely)

wishing them well
upon their wedding night
(much blessings
             much much blessings)

so much of that
bleak psychoanalysis having
imbibed

         knowing how love
as hubris might just turn out

a smile
     a wave — pun
                        unintended–
a look like that of
that mad German we
do hate
        so because
we owe so much

who dethroned sun-bright Apollo
threw in his
              lot with the god
of drinkers