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TWO POEMS (FLOOD; LUMINE)

FLOOD

poetry should
come
in flood

to be
any good

he said, this
bar room
brawler, boozer
of the word
            did

and who am I
to pick
   a fight with him

(what kind of
Charlie would I then be?)

and truth be told
hate the very
thought of once
more into
the rewriting, yet
more drafting

the thing with a mind to
resist, go
   where it secretly insists,
be the
very soul
     of entropy

and here we are
draft five, six, eight
or seven

express elevator down to Hell
it feels, no
             stairwell to
                            melodic heaven

fast and furious
        brain to paper

nothing lost
       perfect tbirty seconds

and me, slaving away to
                                  be
contrapuntal, speak
counter-
    argument

wondering, dear reader,
dear reader

how so many of you
                 so so quick
to come
      to snap judgement

make slick quick poetic love
to the smokey
     soul of this man

who would not have
you touch the poem

until it
    scresms at you

insisting
     on birth
insisting on life

        life on the line
down with an offer you
dare not refuse

****

LUMINE

you wound me
up like
a clockword

gave me
an extra turn

then pushed
me to the limit

harder a taskmastee
more cruel
in your tutelage
than Tarantino’s Pai Mei

but when
    we broke that limit
my limit

brought me back
from a death

that bird sang a song
sweet fluting lyric that

touched
     the firmament

DARKER TURN

DARKER TURN

when I die
condense all
I was
and now am

into a love poen
single, short, to the point

thing of night and dream
and moment when
all our darkness
all that
we are
    of  darkness
thrives, comes alive

knows
the bliss
    of a star

when I die
turn me into
a love poem

short
and to the point
         nothing special
of diamond, golden

   thing in the heavens
like Romeo’s heart
                      speaking plainly

not
    (as Juliet did envision)
beautifully scattered

and then
    if I am read

(if you
are the one to read)

put
    what did, what was

into some
forever parenthesis

just to say, remind me,
that I am
           thing of absence,
thing of
the darkness now

this
    small, petty life that
writes

being so
preoccupied with what it says
                                           what said

took a
      sweeter, darker turn




CAVE

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

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

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