FOOTPRINT
your brain is
suffering the side effects
of El Nino
there is too heavy a
carbon footprint in
the cerebral cortex
fossil fuel deposits
there are there but
should not be
touched
until fossilized further
but the whole can be used
just like camera to get
critical snapshots
so we can do a cross
and longitudinal section
analysis
to determine what
across a lifeless mental desert
are the
climate change short
and
long-term effects
HE SAYS
he says
I should write a poem
about war
against genocide
given what
is currently
going down
he has a point
but for me poetry
is about inner
landscape
self-
exploration
the sweet words uncovering
what it means
to have feeling
in a world
where everything that
had meaning
totally
gone
LIKE IT
I like it when
even
in full flow
(the joy
of flow)
you catch exactly
how your
mind works
how it all works
have your
self-reflexive
meta moment
finish the poem
with its special twist
and the Universe
(whether it is
real or
simulation)
smiles and
welcomes you
to postmodernity.
CONJUNCTION
I am writing
a poem
and the world is fucked.
I am writing a poem
but
the world
is fucked
I am
writing a poem
however, although,
the world
is
fucked
am writing
notwithstanding, despite,
in outright opposition to
the
world
being fucked.
I am writing a poem,
have written a poem,
just trying to establish
the precise conjunction.
QUESTION MARK
thank you
for not inviting me
to your
prestigious event
not up
to your level
I think I get
the message
we poetic bottom-
feeders must
take what
we can get
but is it not
“true”, by
definition that
anything appearing
on this stage
part
of this show
is horribly compromised,
by no means
capable of
doing
what words
should do?
HOMEWORLD
a lot of tourists
came to our planet
behaved despicably
threw their weight around
(which in the case
of creatures from gas giants
could be truly immense)
worst of all, as to be expected,
were the various species
of humanoids
and worst of these
were this truly abhorrent
species
from a planet called Earth
who gave us no choice
but to strike at their Homeworld
and eviscerate their leaders
since it is in the nature of
this species to choose as
their leaders the greediest
and most depraved
and insensible amongst them
without which
we calculated
this species had a future
might have
some kind of chance
ANIMAL
animal
you call me
an animal
so now I think I know
where this leads
think I know
where
I stand
somewhere in
that dark privileged space
it is an insult to
biology
to call a brain
thoughts of the tried
and trusted: turning me
into soap, lampshades, fertilizer
maybe
I should just
shapeshift
out of your way
or maybe
shapeshift inside you
do what
animals do
helo you redefine
your notion of horror
QUEEN OF
INTROSPECTION
dainty
delicate
I read your words and
am proud to
tell you
you are
my Queen of
introspection
so go to
the podium
get your
award
thank your
agent, your parents,
your minister
at the Church and
above all
He
who created you
without which
this award-winning poetry
with all its
soft
soft
words
would
not exist
NEMO
suddenly I’m Captain Nemo
fathoms deep
contriving to
fight a liberation war
against my people
against myself
sharks swimming past
my bedroom window
and me
tearing into
everything I was
once
taught to believe
PERFECT
your sarcasm
perfect
you poem:
who dare call it so
each word
a detour, a question
no matter
how tight
how close to your chest
coming from a place
where stuff gets chiselled
when quibbling of legality
behoves
a perfect storm
but perfect joy is the trope
that I am here
to be in the market for
perfect joy, perfect bliss
things that start not with
pressure fronts
on massive collision course
but simple,
deepish parable
and perhaps a kiss
that fall from grace that be
your righteous sarcasm
can
take a pause moment
to accept incomplete
poems 2 die for