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
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
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
SUFFER NOT
suffer not
the children
to come
unto me
whole
and alive
or in
bags of pieces
(TO) BE am going to.be scattered like the stars like grain like microscopic seed am going to forgo breath become death be the voice without voice that finally says what needs to be said echoing through the cosnos nobody hears
CORRECT
needed, out of
deep respect,
to get my
algorithms
correct
outside
inside
need to know
the process
inside out
inside
outside
upside
down
one mistake
and here
I drown
get
it right I drown
too
coreect if I am
wromg
feel so
on song
so
crown jewels coronet
whole diffetent game
no shame
drowning in you
all present and correct
ALLOW ME
Oh let me
determine to
re-engineer
every paroxysm of
crescendo in
our
head-
to-head spectacle
be nothing if not
gorgeous subtle
in whatever word
interface
with all my
Sun and Moon,
everything of mine
tuned to
your specific sublimities
causal, yet Oh so perfunctory
and utterly lesser
in rapturous
capacity
as is
Shakespeare soliloquy to
shriek of delight to
close
drunken rant
superfluous as
expressed
poems 2 die for