CATHOLIC
something
catholic in each of us
we’re all trying
to become saints
supersaints
at something
get our statues
and relics
into thd hall of fame
that the text of our lives
be housed, remembered
stored
somewhere
not buried
beneath the concrete
of a vast library floor
DIAMONDS
before I knew it
my life had
for better
or for worse
gone
full mythological
Homer had
fallen from the heavens
down on
my ten year old
head
and Aphrodite, my god,
how that goddess killed me
then
thereafter
and every day since
if not in
divine form, then with
the active collusion
of her
clones and copies
and would-be
avatars
each as gorgeous as
they were fake
but you
were the one
she must have chosen
specially
inner outer beauty
got in
hearts, diamonds, spades
(and so
your namesake
did
sing of diamonds)
time has passed on
but the poem
won’t
forget
AND THE LOVE
I was listening
to Santana
and you
just walked on by
shouted out to you
but no words came out
was no sound
or you elected
not to hear
or maybe
I just whispered
all I had courage for
best I could
do
all I could muster
truth is the heart of me
someone close
an everyday someone
cut
it out
and you were just
beauty’s archetype
by look
by name
a mirage, thing
off the silver screen, a
biblical queen
and me
somewhere in the desert
all those years
where you
called me, found me
shared
a word
and left
I was listening to Santana
connecting the world
world
which will
end
eternal it is however
sadness, joy
and the love
ANACONDA
was trying
to rhyme
my anaconda
get it
to do tricks and
every
perform sundry
to maundry
put on fool bells
and smirk-clown greasepaint
in vain
in vanity
and me a snake too
as Taoism sees it
think would get him
her to shapeshift, budge
yellow green yellow-green
yellow
limit to the spectrum
archetype notwithstanding
(no bend in this landscape
states of curvature only)
will
tell if it feels the same
when tunneling inside
SIDE
smokestack lightnin’
wild side
other side
flip
side
bit
on the side
I hears you
can’t do nothing
when twelve bar slide
or blow
that blues harp
so much death in that ocean
under that mud-brown river
hell yes
I’ve studied that time
saw how
it lost
its colour
all that
glorious grey
war never over
till its over
divide outside always
first inside
LOVE DUST
came across
a speck of love
dust
in the Universe
travelling at, near,
or beyond
the speed
of light
in slowed down
approaching Earth
like the alien
mother ship
in Independence Day
which became an issue
of global security
national concerm
world waiting with baited breath
praying it would
burn up
in the Earth’s atmosphere
failing which
there is always the
nuclear option
deflect the trajectory
or vaporize entirely
for if that speck of love
should touch anything human
could go extreme viral
wreck our civilization
the one we have spent
decades
building and
re-building
love bringing
the extinction
of all we love
DELETED SCENES
I love deleted scenes.
I myself
am
a deleted scene
excise.
by the shears of the fates
by an
editing machine
there it is
it is what it is
has its meaning and beauty
special to me
never going to feature
in the great picture
big picture out there
on every screen.
FAIR PROPORTION
they bring the hybrid
to his cell
she needs to talk to him
since species-wise she
has a fair proportion
of his genetic makeup
here she is
for what it’s worth
I agreed to meet her
hard to figure out
exactly what
is human
but one must
presume
it is there
so this is it
this is in me, embodiment
of what I am
capable
the likeness is
there but everything
about him
seems guarded, hidden
as if he instinctively realizes
all that is terrible in
his capacity
all that
can be wrong, go wrong,
and he did terrible wrong
she aaked to talk to him
get answers to questions
she felt she needed
answers to, for her
crucially important
so she could figure out
for herself what is them
what is us
we talk
She is so insistent in
going over things, knowing details,
minutiae, everything
exactly
I look at him one lsst time
try to see through those eyes
(I do not have human eyes
to me they
are untrustworthy,
thoroughly upsetting)
I want to tell.him.
he might have, ought to,
have sought forgiveness
for his crimes, these
humsn crimes
senze
a moment– out of nowhere
of grace
and dignity
so I leave with a wish
that he finds courage and
composure at his execution
having killed so many of
my people, pure and hybrid,
so different and yet
who knows how close
in what is felt inside.
She leaves the cell. We
ask no questions. What
hopes she has, what
reassurance she found
is hers alone. We
should not enquire.
GARGANTUAN
my room is expanding
I am expanding
everything is expanding
emptying out
taking up space
this, as I checked with my
man De Grasse Tyson
is specified by
the recipe
prescription has it
nailed
(never using the word nail
without conjuring with the obvious)
you must check
it is possible
if infinite time in an
infinite universe
that you might
have misread the message
or not
received it at all
on your lonesome out there
contracting contradictarily
or at least
counterintuitively
heading down to a size
where subatomic gets huge
takes on
features best
described as epic and
gargantuan
this everything notwithstanding
whatever will be
and so we must conclude
that right from the outset
was
huge aspiration
room tearaway expansion
including both
window
and door
and yet, as relayed earlier,
nothing seems to have changed,
all appears stable
world still the case in
its logical ways
as much as is deranged yet
perfectly in range
poems 2 die for