poem – Page 106 – poems 2 die for

CAVE

by the time
news of the election
happened to reach me

it had aged, ten
twenty years

and I had
aged a thousand
so sarcastic thanks
due to Albert
opening this can of worms

despite the shock of relativity
the news
      was soggy with conjecture
about coalition
of the centre
   vaunted talk too of
government
of national unity        and
me so far
    out the frame, swinging
pitching
in left field

not boding well
my initial gut reaction, by
the time
I’d sussed the story
seemed
    all talk of rebirth, revision,
repentance and renewal
at every
   little individual, and
of course, the national level,
was perhaps
a tad
    too hopful, insanely premature

but this analysis killed
left me crippled, ancient

as old
as Plato

him stuck way back when
still dreaming of his
Republic of philosophy, hierarchy,
meritocracy

and me
totally
abstractrd
out of the picture

still hanging around,
       for better or forcworse

               somewhere
near the backwall of
his absurdly
over-estimated cave

***

TOYLAND

let me be abstract
let ne be
hypothetical

let me
not worry abouf ereor
let alome, Sin,
let me have the
algorithms not
to put a foot wrong

to vontinue of my given
track without regret,
remorseless but effortlessly

and when i come to
you in ths night
all exchange and interplay
a sturdy versitiliyy
aa per
every bell and whustle

by the numbers snuggle and
cuddle do all the fore
abd after
back and forward, prelude
and post

being in it for the long run
until we bust
a spring, spring
                  a leak
as
    is the case when
every little life
       scrioted by truth and
Scheme of perfection

finds, andxis ground down
in the forever coils of
the eternal
nemesis

which
goes by one name alone,
which nsme being love

the disastrr dreamt of
by every toy or machine

MATRIX GIRL

after the lecture
you sauntered up
to the podium

killer
question to ask
regarding “The Matrix”

raising the question
if it is all just a shared
computer hallucination
as in
the absurd
conceit of this most
resonsnt of films

for insrance:
if this be
desert of the real
why should my brain
be ready-progrsmned
to read you
as object of beauty

what god-like
creator disguised you
as Aphrodite herseof?

or let Aphrodite
use your disguise to get
immortally close
to me?

no doubt in
those flashing eyes some
sex semiotic flirting with
the spin of every
tiny molecuke connecting,
dividing across
the short space between us

helping her to do what
sublime digital avatars
supteme
goddesses do

and
me cauhht in her ruse, trapped
by her beauty

popping red pill blue pill
eveey shade
of purple

needing to see with these eyes
speak with this mouth

touch with each
             and every real finger
for the first,
very first
        cataclysmuc
         no-nonsense time

RED

sample size
economy size

government warning
on the box
telling me to
take care
what appears
on the pages

but me
I hot for it
got a handle on it

don’t give
a hoot
not a thought
about danger

don’t care about stops
drive free
of punctuation

before I am turned Ayrton
going to
paint myself
Ferrari

and red Ferrari too
mad red in colour

red-planeted myself
across ruthless
dimensions

into and through
(Event Horizon space
folding) the tough tesseract
that speaks itself
through
the two-dimensional surfaces
of Craig Raines home-
seeking postcard

and me
so well read, always
reading incessantly

took down (in a
single sitting) Silver Locusts,
Martian Chronicles and

Pynchons Von Braun rocket
rainbow

the flames
from the tail of that sucker
a sight to behold

if I say so myself, given
absolute and infinite
creative poetic licence

sample
size
economy
size

if I don’t
fit your paradigm
get with the program!

TUBULAR

here’s a tube
of me

and now I have
a tube of you

if someone were
to come
out of the blue

mix what’s in
the tube
of me with

the tube of you

it would be
no mere inadvertent
pleasure

OH YOU CYBERPUNK REBELS

Oh you
cyberpunk rebels
hot stuff
thorn in the side
mote in the eye
of all our dystopian futures

we love you now but
we are fickle, we
are controlled

power
snaps its fingers
and we come running
would come running
if we did
have legs
to stand on were
allowed mobility
at this futurepoint in time

and so
a slight change in inclination
here
twist in attitude
what was reverence
admiration now
condemnation, call
for extermination

getting
hacked to pieces
everything that hacked in

and here you lie
according to plan
you
on the table
plan what to do with you
on the table

somewhere inside all that
soft, lovely humanity,
a resource for
harvesting

requires brutal reaping

will be livestreamed.

SEQUEL?

UNAWARES

on the farm
days meander

what time
does you demon
declare to be

the short hand has
become the lomg hand
has become a ballistic needle
to doom Saturn and
the rock planets
and the rest
of the gas giants
to loneliest existence
unobserved
for the rest
of eternity

network
with me now
let’s try retrospect, do
our collective level
best
to piece this
all together

thesaurus of causalities
every clue connects, and
there’s a plethora
all leading to clues
within
clues within clues
finding us back where we began

and the text
of all we have, that fickle river,
runs away from us
flows different with
every new
question we just
have to ask

no stepping for once into
the once and all

Heraclitus knew this
full well

but now he has gone
we have gone

seems a miracle of massively
metaphysical proportions
is what the rewriting
of who we are
requires

on the farm where time
takes it easy, is prone
to suspend things

change will catch you
fantastically unawares

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