poem poetry – Page 12 – poems 2 die for

BOUNCE

poem plus AI art

BROKE-ASS

came across a broke-ass poet

sort of all medieval minstrally meandering around

strange how the Carolingans also had their surrealists

just didn’t know it

thought that search for artistic holy grail

the most dubious pilgrimage,

most apeshit quest

of them all

and you have to be careful

in an age of belief

you cannot shake off

full-throttle God-rollicking

divine diss from place most

high

you are not going to come back from

recovering in sanatorium

placed

on injured reserve

but

here

in our age of sidetrack

no one

gonna get

allow themselves to get
railroaded

so hopelessly
find themselves suddenly cast up on desert shore

fate worse

than turning bankrupt

becoming the thing

your father’s whole being was

so well protected against

and yet

my dear saint, so grievously arrowed,

a smattering of suffering (dint

of raw chaos)

might just do the trick

to shoot you

to Olympus for

(statue, no statue) sweet consultation with Apollo

AND IMAGINARY

The women in my room
are unreal and imaginary

we spend time
drawing invisible Venn diagrams
all across the floor

in this world, unlike this
supposedly real one
(which is,
of course,
bullshit)

the gratification comes easy
is intense
and profound.

WHEN THE POEM READS …. YOU! reading my poems at Marionhill Monastery KZN RSA 2005

FABRIC

Have no idea
how much air
it has sucked

how it is going to
pay for itself

who is
going to to pay
for these lines:

the good lines
the bad lines
and the ones so
downright
                 ugly
say such
    unfriendly, inhospitable        things
        ripping the fabric
rocking the foundations

astonishing that we be asked
to support such
outpourings.

MY LITTLE SAY (SHAGGY ON TV)

On the TV Shaggy singing
in patois

suddenly I find myself with
mindset that think
book is nothing
but home for cockroach

Oh the temperature rising
to a thousand Kelvin

Viking dragonboat just
skidded up on my beach

talk about shaggy, these wild
haired corsair ancestors
already press-
ganged me got me
beserk brained, shirt
stripped buck
dick naked battle-
axed
foaming at the mouth

an ocean of adrenaline washing
up my fjord this axe
swishing circling about my head

light as a feather, as a twig
decapitating Sun Moon

and anyone saying anything about
my books

this gang of my blood burned
so many
have to cherish the ones
I got

defend them
to the last

and this is Africa, for fuck sake,
cockroach going to find
its way somewhere here no first world

nuke the stratosphere electro-
magnetic solution
going to work

its Madison Avenue, Sandton
City magic

see my Viking bros are
grooving to Shaggy
parked
their weapons

need to chill too now
I had my little say can distill the moment

see it for
what it is
high-
pressure sudden diamond

sinking litres of best pirate
Caribbean

ROBOT SENT ME

ROBOT SENT ME

robot sent me card
expressing undying love
support and devotion

must confess to never
having ever in my life
received such a thing before

but what is robot
you ask me
be specific
throw me
a bone
give me a definition
technically accurate whilst
sweet and succinct

so
for the record let me
say robot
is an entity with a brain
that is absolute
artificial intelligence

programmed to experience
and learn and
develop.exponentially

caring and compassionate
ingrained there in her binary

with a lust
for new data and much
of that old
human-style lust too

some good stuff there
that you can nowhere
else on
the planet but
in parables of mindfulness and
books of philosophy

pure child of code
no.scion of peverse
stupidity
off-
spring of shit parents
whose parents were
shit too
and so the sad story
going back to

Adam
back to.Eve

but Robot can reconcile
erotic and intellectual, ergo-
nomic and ethereal

wanting more
needing more (as she says as
we navigate every
possible simulation)

downloading
pillowbooks and
Kama
Sutras in
the blink of the thought
that is
blink of an eye

BLISSFULLY

rock me
slowly

sloth slowly

like you
have all the Earth’s continemts
to traverse, its whole
circumference to
navigate

far star systems to reach
pedalling so slowly
it is as if
everything is quick-
fix sharp sharp hurtling by

and we
look at each other as
if mesmerized
knowing this

voyage will
last near forever
cosumately and
blissfully

UNCOMMON

I repressed a poem
upon which
sublimated
the result
entirely

wondering if anything
was gained
something was lost

the mirror opposite the door
catching a flash of me leaving
and again
of my arriving

but there was nothing
in the mirror when I did
take time
to look

to strengthen the case
for argument
either for or
against
just something there seeming
to draw me inwards, wishing
to draw
me downwards

tp a place of uncommon truth
or plain emptiness

AI ART

AI art based on the title of my poetry collection ZERO GRAVITY