MR MAMBA
me, I am
more elegant
than
thick
nore elegant than
you think
more
mamba
than anaconda
but as my
special cocktail
works its way
into your
Anais Nin system
I become
that much
more elegant
and eleganter
it’s
exponential
quite simply
put
simply but
off the charts quaintly
PARLANCE
even if
the paper tells you
what it does not tell you
you
would not see it
the lie
more important
than
the truth
since the truth
so simple, can be
seen through
or, as we say in
our parlance:
spun
out of existence
BOX SEAT
“innocents raped
with napalm fire”
King Crimson
it is out of the box now
too big for the box
volcanic pressure
and we see it for what it is
so blunted and stunted and
yet we
still recognize
the evil
for all that they
have drained from us
it is still unmistakable
to see it for what it is
we needed to break with you
destroy
the peversity of all
that cultivated trust
and so
dissonance, discordance,
stuff so
atonal
multilayered, structure
of the labyrinth
architecture of
mind prison scryed
through a prism
the music was out there
prophetic
waiting for us
to catch up
AT A STADIUM IN LAS VEGAS
the apparition of those Niner faces
in the stadium
blotches
red and white and gold
running on empty
desperate for dopamine
FEEDBACK
“and so cold”
William Carlos Williams
just want to say
you wrecked
my night
my day
my week
my month, my year
my death
my life
playing
like that
coaching like that
do you
not know?
is it not
amongst the so
many things
you do
not know?
MAGWINYA
do i want
to eat
your magwinya?
well, sugar,
pop the lot
in my mouth
hot
from the oil
and to keep
the Celcius and
Fahrenheit
seriously up there
soaring
everywhere
let’s go to town
with seconds and chilli
crazy red pods and
green eyed demigods
seem to have come
from the heart of
Sirius
core of Betelgeuse
magwinya: South African fast food: deep fried dumplings eaten with a hot vegetable relish and polony
KANSAS GEORGE AND
THE FLYING MONKEY
Hello George
I am
also
George
funny about that
isn’t it
George
people might call it
a coincidence
but there
are no
coincidences
where are
we George?
are you the blue fairy?
are we
both red fairies?
are we
the munchkins
are we
in Kansas, in Oz
somewhere in the 60s
down
in Hait-Ashbury
carefree
and happy
enjoying
a summer of love
now
don’t go
wicked witch on me George
fall on that
ball all
serious
go total
flying monkey
jumping on that ball
as if it is not
all
just a game.
BY NAME
Ah, water moccasin
what an ugly smelly
snake
you are
other pit vipers
think you
an embarrassment
feel
species shame
but rattler, bushmaster,
puff adder and copperhead
you kill them
stone dead with
the beauty
and truth of your name.
FISH SWAM
fish swam
for enthusiasm
though tiddler
to a Megalodon
ate one human
breezed rather playful
past
another
part of the regular
carcharodon
learning curve
(who would have thought
the white pointer
so agree
with Aristotle)
EDWARD
if you did write those plays
how wrenching for you
to have instantly disowned them
with the final word.on the page
and what words!
what words!
our best algorithms prove
them yours statistically
one by one
the pieces are found
and
begin to fit
together
and suddenly, quietly
we have
our mirror
plays lost to the man
man lost to the plays
poems 2 die for