COME
come
come
fly in
scan us cautiously,
catefully
on every
wave band
come
check out
our genocide
take a
ringside seat
you
took our call
took every precaution
donned a plethora
of disguises
flew faster
than anything ever
encountered
across
the galaxy
come see
for yourselves
call
it now
SUBPLOT
my life
pretty substandard,
subterranean,
subpar
subplot
to the subplot
minor character, character
exit stage right
there as
cannon fodder
pudding proof
that we need
to be delivered
from evil
around the cauldron of power
words
not what they seem
forespell what
is to come
visual metaphor
and rich rhyme
AROUND
took a slow, deliberate
dead man’s walk
from home
base down
to the convenience store
found (or should I
say “caught”?)
the philosophers of
rock and
hip hop clowning around
somewhere within
the precincts of a
great subterranean
think tank
hidden to
the nth degree
from the likes
of you and (poetic
licence) me
and so sage Snoop and
Professor Morrison
discussed the poetry of
our life
choices
whilst those deep beneath
drafted and discussed
power
point presentation
after power point
presentation
debated some faultless
blue print for
the end of
us
necessity of sacrificing
the all
for the small
no future for a
species here
dedicated to
the joy
of clowning around
SHOT AWAY
working on my poem
tinkering, hammering away
X marks the spot
where the writing
got stuck, became defunct
and Marx and Engels
now branded unconstitutional
my university roon mates
in Manchester from
a whole
different time
meanwhile watching
content creators reacting to
Mick and Merry Clayton
voices in
unison soaring, screaming
wonder what Rosa Lux
would say about everything
as I walked
with Karl along his river
to its confluence
with the Rhine
thinking up words
and images
will never find
their way
into the nuts and bolts
and hammered frame
of something
that could ever
say anything to the world
as the song tells it
just a shot
a kiss away
LAST NIGHT
last night
unexpectedly
against the odds
out
of the blue
against
the grain
we
became lovers
as a result
physically. philosophically.
are
welded together
possibly forever
and in retrospect
lying in bed, in your arms
swear you
took advantage of me
took me
by surprise
got bliss blitzkrieged
by you
caught and captured
bombed, stranded
by your beauty
the two
of us suffused
blended
together
one movement
in a symphony, one connection
so complete
movement of movements
both of us
left hanging on for dear life
FLOW
go with the flow
to
and frow
stern
and prow
become being of
full fluidity
creature to
shapeshift
meld with me
as every night we
set sail
voyage
discover
set sail again
SHEET MUSIC
no more poems
to come
between
us
no more
lines of
loss and
longing
to twist
the wrong way
only
bland conversation henceforth
subject matter set
to the
usual and everyday
stuck on
ultimate respect and
regard for
the space
between us
no poem
hereafter
ever going to wrap us
between the sheets
SMORGASBORD
we were
cooking together
hot
at work
in the kitchen frying,
grilling blanching, searing,
working to bring
out the transformative
best of every ingredient
making magic
performing alchemy
and then in the afterglow
of taking everything
to super
high temperatures
harvest of all our efforts
much food there for
us to crazily enjoy
dishing up
a breakfast buffet to
reward out efforts
nothing less in the savoring
than a full smorgasbord
SMOOTH
smooth
so soft
and smooth
which is
how I imagine you
rising up before me
like Aphrodite springing
out of the ocean
the taste of those waters
flowing through
every
beautiful molecule
SLEEPER
I had a dream
.which I can”t remember
maybe
I forgot it
or maybe somebody
came to mr
whilsr I was sleeping
snuck up
close and
put a bullet
through my head
not a
dream I was
supposed to have
poems 2 die for