IF I DIE IN MY SLEEP
if I die in
my sleep
don’t wake me
for snoring
hit me
for infractions against
every law and
regulation
appertaining to
the silence of the dread
as I am
dragged through the streets
off to
inquisitional court
IF I DIE IN MY SLEEP
if I die in
my sleep
don’t wake me
for snoring
hit me
for infractions against
every law and
regulation
appertaining to
the silence of the dread
as I am
dragged through the streets
off to
inquisitional court
THE SPECIES FROM
THE MOMENT THEY
ARE BORN
for a few days
they are pathetic
but
those predator
genes kick in
few days looking
shaking my head
at the supreme irony
of their mousiness
but then things are
are unfolded, edges
angles appear
stuff that
pound for pound
(or rather, ounce
for ounce)
outranks almost everything
for kill rate attack
speed, general
deadliness
reaction time faster
than cobra, faster
than tiger
you see it, time it,
and simply cannot believe
and how
they carry this
inside
a fur scabbard sheathed
in cuddliness,
yet that walk is just
sheer femme fatale
including
the masculine ones,
pure Chicago Tommy-gun
their sisters
more inclined
to snipe on the hunt
with telescopic sights
still not
of our hearts complete
conquistadors
but
their quirks and wiles
that first,
twelve thousand years
ago might have
made us
smile
now tipping us
over the edge into
adulation,
cult fascination
finding here
an alien craziness
to
complement
our own
so hard-wired to
perform
in ways so familiar
and yet
so long content to
be totally in the dark
about
but at last
making inroads
beginning to understand
this odd, relentlessly
expanding sort
of perfect
match near
complete jigsaw to
jigsaw puzzling fit
as we watch
these day olds feed
get told who we are and
why
we need to
constantly reminded
who it was
came to the party
discussed conditions
and terms
agreed, they believe,
by all by
unanimous show
of hand and paw
valid
for what feels
like eternity
SUCH WORDS ENRICH EVERYTHING
truffle
trifle
kerfuffle
trouble with tribbles
such words
enrich everything:
entice,
entrap
create new worlds
and get you
locked into them
let me mathematically model
our relationship, as we
compare and contrast
ourselves to
the automobile, Lamborghini,
Ferrari, most
beloved invention
known to
man
but as car
we go
one further: such
immaculate tuning, engine
that needs
to run on
essential oils to
take good care of itself
where
when it comes to ignition
nought to
three hundred in
way less than sixty
to outdo that
you have to go F-16, F-18,
say goodbye
to Bugatti Veron
but less of this
heading towards story
of the Great Man
heading at speed
huge velocity aware from
steering clear
of that
particular interpretation
going through the gears
sliding
through the S bends
and shooting through the chicane
truffle
trifle
tiffle
kerfuffle
ruffle
rifle
riddle
such words empower
do their thing for you
fast feed
from a clip with
the majesty of
a Kalashnikov
as with all
things that are forever,
constantly recurring
such supreme mechanical
beauty in the endurance
of this machine
coupled with
rate of fire
SPEAK FOR MYSELF
and so
forced to acclimatize
we connected the dots
got the big picture
which of course
did not in any way say
was there
on the inside wheedling
whittling away
and so
in some city state
a ferocious text about
to launch itself
take flight
savage monarchy
and religion
a new
kind of villain at the stage door
and me, despite my
best instincts, being
pushed in a direction
curiously reptilian
burning eyes
blue tongue
pockets for poisons and
concealed array
of daggers
the darkness of forest
overgrown uncomfortably
close to the throne
WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS
Oh, what
to make of this
all those inbred crazy
arguments from analogy
conclusion being
there we have it
shut all your doors
batten the hatches
and set sail
ten strike fleets with carriers
all integrated into one
ultimate bipartisan armada
each carrier
reminding us of
great
snd not so
great Presidents
contained, perfectly
preserved within
a bubble
total logical technological wholesale impossibility
rather
the stars collapse
high ceiling
caves in.
Decided you all deserve to be scared out of your wits now WW3 starting in the next few days is probably in the region of a 99.99% certainty.
OVERNIGHT
after the war
I found myself
to have spider legs
and tentacles
a thousand eyes
which would have made it difficult to prove my identity,
nationality not
to speak of humanity
a sitting target for homeland
security
except there
is no homeland
and if anyone comes this way
calling me
into question
will be
the very definition
of a suicide mission
gone in thirty
microseconds
having written thirty poems
a novel, and the
definitive history
of this
the last human
armed conflict
(armed
conflict, without arms)
overnight genetic mutation
having
some advantages,
no way entirely and
absolutely
necessarily a
world ending thing
TEMPLATE
and there
we have it
Adam and Eve
our prize pair
hand in hand as
buildings explode
destroying
the capitalist economy
breaking the first law
of Fight Club
by being
in a film about it
not keeping us waiting
all that long
here they are locked
in an embrace
alien DNA hybridizing them
as the film
leaves us
teasingly with it quietly unresolved
whether humanity will
survive or this,
somewhat strange, slightly unearthly love
will be their
seemingly doomed relationship’s
salvation, and this
being the case will be,
as the very
title of the film
suggests,
our annihilation
i can imagine A and E
constantly being
reinterpreted, rediscovered,
rewritten, revolutionized,
forever looping
through (and across) time
shuffling the card decks that
determine
class, genus
and genre
transformed into the new
archetypes here
to dictate
all our templates
even as
we bear them, carry them
ahead of us, with us,
there
to inscribe
a perfect palimpsest of
every broken connection,
relationship and
association of our kind
IMMANENCE
oh the beauty of that innocence
pure cerulean of celestial sky
no alphabet
before algebra
so no sense and therefore
no fear of darkness, aberration,
abyss, shadow
the code
so clear, the space so
safe
no need to think ourselves
into the algorithms
of sanctity
and protection
and yet
how might abundance
love
define themselves
in the absence
of other,
without antithesis?
the sky so pure
in its blue
turning
tourmaline
the creatures mute
to our
failing, our
destined misstep
drowning in an endless,
forever
emergent wisdom
we can never
now unlearn
HAVEN’T GOT (A CLUEDO)
deduced it in no
time
saw it clearly it was
either Plum that went
shapeshifter
eliding, gliding
between
the kitchen (pots
still greasy)
and the games room
turning up at the table
through
the fourth wall
or could be
Mustard, that die-
hard Imperialist with the
old Western front Vickers
water
-cooled machine gun
defending the pantry against
whatever
latest horde of savages
took out Ms Scarlett and
Ms White
ebony and ivory in
their delightful negligees
wandering aimless into
his line of sight
in persuance of
their tryst
or Green could have done it
C of E but some old Catholicism
at root there adding a twist of hemlock
to that holy wine
(cardinal
not working out, we’ll
smoke that
one out
bring in another)
or someone in the garage
with rolls royce style
handy wrench call murder murder
a spade a spade
a wrench a bloody brain-
fragment spattered wrench
and me
with my candle card yet again
with
such bad eyesight
cannot make out a thing
ODDER EVEN
your biology
is odd
feels smells, looks,
tastes, appears odd
so
despite what I did write
you are reading this differently
as for me
my DNA is more
screwed up
than yours
I am far less viable
have evolved into poetry
my whole
biology
so much odder
even odder, odder even
and even as I write even
as you read
I am changing everything
making it odder,
different completely