poem poetry – Page 10 – poems 2 die for

LINGER

unspeakably glad
you have
taken time

to read this poem
stepped outside the habitus
of your time zone
embraced relativity
treated each
word as special

allowed
your mind to linger
dally with the craziness
of each idea

such time to spare
such acumen, breadth
and depth

all of
which

a function of our modern
exponential economic
and social development transforming our

time space
space time
mindset

rendering our
reality much
more malleable, elastic,
receptive

which
you so most
beautifully exemplify if

you
have made it so far

GENIUS

who can
stand up to us

when we got genius?
genius here
demanding
sacrifice of blood
and elbow bone
in slavish following of plan

the plan everything in
its true brilliance

pity
they don’t buy into it
those eagles swooping
soaring
high overhead

SNEER

sneer is
your only word
your best word

the word that burns
all the style out of
your mouth
when you are it
when you speak it

when wholesale
you happen to caricature yourself

assume the brash
biology of a lurid cartoon

FIELD

it is not
my baby

this multiverse of
fluctuating quantum fields

I was fine with Lego
with all those
Pink Floyd
bricks in the wall

was fine
with looking at my arm
flesh and bone
before my mind dissolved it

and you and me
was what we were up
to mere ripples in the flow
producing
out of nowhere
ecstatic conjunction?

as I said
this is not
my field

not my baby I lack
the total mathematics
the Platonic wisdom

VOICE

I asked you
begged you

not to listen
to that voice

but even if you
did not summon it

you let it ring
in your head

something in your head
told you this was the song
the dance of life
music of
our very existence

and not the scratched old pressing
of a foghorn jamming
with an
air raid siren

drowning out
everything harmonious
there
might have been.

HEY POEM

hey poem

structurally
speaking

are you
wrestling? are
you
striptease?

looked for you
in Barthes mythologies

did not
find you

maybe you are
not a part of
any
system
of signs

have
nothing to do
with culture
at all

INSIDE

poem is the fiction
of interiority

trying to persuade itself
it is
what lies inside

ad infinitum
again and
again
and again

sometimes with quite
spectacular transformative effect
(who in
their right mind
would doubt there
is an
inside
after that?)

SOLDIER

poem is
special
forces

is soldier in the war
against being
dumbed down

will
teach you
how to fight
feed you ammunition

one, two, three
programs on TV
crafted supremely and carefully
to dumb
us all down

enough there for more than
the odd pot shot
need some serious serious
poetry
great poetic guns
with heavy
metaphoric artillery
your intellectual life
here
in my hands

WORLD OF DIFFERENCE

there is a world of difference
between splitting hairs
and splitting atoms

between
quibbling pointlesly

and raising
the temperature of
the planet

a couple of
million degrees

FIXED

FIXED

Wasn’t broken
but you were determined
to fix me

and so
here we are

I am here
(you where you are
having slimed yourself
in somehow)

and me just waiting
for the wind
to go
chainsaw, the Sun
to shoot fireballs

and every molecule
of my being to evaporate.