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CAVEAT

CAVEAT

do not read to deeply
unless lurking
here

you locate
an




abyss

or stumble across
a

v
o     r  
             t
   e
          x

get effaced

disappear off this page

victim of reading with
just too
      much focus

outrageously appropriate
imagination

if you
got here unscathed
you obviously
                 ingested my
caveat

read with a standard lack
of acuity and
image identification

but for those
readers truly blessed, soul
brothers sisters
who did
         not get this far
to share
this moment

falling, as I do,
by the wayside, amongst
thorns,
           slap bang
in the middle between
Scylla and
Charybdis

as is my
proclivity
on a
    perpetual basis

take my hand
dear deep denizens too

SOLUTION

SOLUTION

“there can only be
a creative solution”
       Gilles Deleuze

when you talk solution
I kind of dissolve

was only 15
in May 68, that most
year of the Monkey

Woodstock music festival
Jimi Hendrix machine-
gun divebombing
the Star Spangled
Banner the
following year

cannot speak French
(the language
seeming
    to resist me
at every turn)
but so
   into that opera house
of philosophies
that medley
of theories

thought it a kind of
light in the darkness,
laser mental surgery

but now
    here we are

won nothing,
captured nothing

intrigued that there is such
a curious parallel
between
     endgame in
my life
and endgame in the world
at large

privileged to
navigate this sludge of
landscape
    having honed
that Barthes template
critical
   apparatus of sign
and code

deconstructing to such
a fine tuned degree

I feel an insider in
the clarity with which
I am
    there with Zizek and
the punchline
of his jokes

liberation there, losing
oneself
     to right genus and
species of rigorous laughter

BARS

BARS

no man
is an island

but beg
to differ
JD

I am
without all
connection

not even
an island

treading water
in the middle of the ocean

giving one last
glance upwards
before I
sink

beneath
the surface
so stunned and
surprised

at how many stars
have suddenly
become
stripes
suddenly become bars

become our prison
for the rest of time

SONG

SONG

a leaf
sent me
its dissertation
on mindfulness

I studied the text
both its sides

a snail
sang me the song
of the fibonacci sequence
I never dreamt
series could
be so beautiful
number
so pristine

and poems of joy
were recited many

by creatures too
small for
the human eye
to see
too large
for the mind to comprehend

a mantra too, chants
most muscular

power to keep
the sky awake, there
to help
the cosmos comprehend

FROM APPLE TO APOCALYPSE

FROM APPLE TO APOCALYPSE

from apple
to apocalypse

teeth breaking the skin
just one
juicy juice-spurting bite

ending on the agenda
time a thing to
be reckoned with,
spluttering into
action until
wholesale flow

and then
the agent of this tragedy
sliding away (gorgeous
coils

seemingly serene, and yet
electrically charged

nothing in this
ticking countdown
of a monstrous birth

wants anything to do
with dreams and fables
of pastoral continuity

COFFEE WITH PERCY

COFFEE WITH PERCY

Percy B
grabbing a coffee
with me
precious few moments
in that exalted,
dangerous company

both of agreeing, of one mind,
deeply disturbed that
V for Vendetta
now looks so prescient,
has aged so well

man of Ozymandias
and the Peterloo cavalry charge

sharing my
conviction that
massacre be
the fascist sublime

poem
     being my poor
little despised counterweight,
heresy of choice
     

MEMORIZE

MEMORIZE

memorize me
through this
winding, unravelling
landscape

follow
my trail

ending
      to beginning

beginning
to end

dying to discover
what you
make of me
what picture painted

thinking
of you
     right now

dreaming, reaching out to you,
near enough pretty much
                              all of the time