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SUN GIRL

SUN GIRL

what is it
about these lionesses?

this one pitching up
late trashing my party
all because
           by right should
not
   allow myself to
feel depressed on this day

by immortal decree can
only be pure
ray
    of sunshine

Gil Scott-Heron cassette flashing past my ear
             hurled
with such
     aggrieved force

birthday present saying
the sender she so pissed this
not
    (however revolutionary)
   going to be
televised

such an apt and thoughtful
sought -out gift

thrown with much
malice or
       that thing called
love
I had failed to recognize

COME TO SHOVE

COME TO SHOVE

models of obedience
you had
your orders
to the letter followed them

down
to what
was said but
not written
        down in
the ghost print

at the trial legalese triumphed
no one replayed
the footage
    no jury there
to hear the screams

these were Patriots
sons of God without whom
the city falls the Duke
is breached
we
all get tortured in our beds

and so
canonized
that pure memory
floated up to Heaven

who would have thought
history could be so photoshopped
the picture edited
truth in the cuttings
left
on the floor?

the barn burning
what
    beasts of burden herded
crammed in earlier

silent now
ss they pack up shoulder
arms
   bust through to
the highway

push
come to shove,
innocent for all time

BITE OF THE APPLE

BITE OF THE APPLE
“I don’t like cities,
but I love New York.”
                   Madonna

Men have
       been blown here
                    before

wandered
off course,

many
       (akin to Odysseus)
into the Aegean
across
   the Mediterranean

so much of that culture
alive on these streets

and whilst
(slice
   of life) they
while away time whittle
down the hours

Patti Smith is going
full barefoot  channeling Rimbauf

someone one there too
Christianized Jew
mournful
      singing the apocalyptic signs
all along the watchtower

everything with soul
heading for this harbor

cataclysm of Europe
strongest of
    land breeze

what is the supreme
text that we have faith
here gets
written

skyscraper high
scrawled on every wall

PROMISED LAND

PROMISED LAND

succubi
  could not keep their
claws, feelers,
hands,
    tentacles (the whole
caboodle) to themselves
or whatever

and she
    of snake coronet and
stony glare

stood as an edifice
rock
   of ages in
a desert of desire

inclined if for just
a foretaste, foreshadow,
to prostrate
   herself before him

there to find her, fix her, frenzy her, feed
her,

fashion her into
something the gods who
thus condemned her
might not
   fully comprehend

running those serpents
through his fingers

sifting for gold through
her every
   grain  of sand

turning her click back
way before history

right to the border
of all (so-called) promised land

FIRE

FIRE

hardly poetry
in motion

I slip and fall face-first
the ball dribbling away from me

the goal at my mercy
the very gods of association
football
    begging me
to score

before that over
the bar
past the post, every
shot off
target

something askew
with my sinews
what
   it just has to be

one day I shall write this
as if it were just
bad
   dream
not painful reality

drafting like a maniac
on my mobile phone

I may just
out of nowhere
    bring into being
a cannonball
of a poem

artifact smooth and deadly
with that force that
be the product of
mass and
acceleration

crack open any
defence readers
might prepare

(ultimate answer to
so many misfires)

ONLY ROCK AND ROLE MODEL

ONLY ROCK AND ROLE MODEL

they played black music
darker than anybody
these white English boys
demonized
by the establishment
in trouble with the constabulary

those
guardians of the imperial peace
ridiculous in their choice
of millinery

and here they are
seeking shelter
that goat of
a lion
prancing across
the stage with s striped
plants Gaga

hooked on twelve bar but
soon that skin
was shed
    and your tunes stuck
their claws into me

lesson after
brain-twisting lesson

voodoo voices
soaked in ragged truth

needed something mesmeric
to get ms through
years of
   strrrtfightimg

only rock
and roll they claim

        give me
a break

CLEAR

CLEAR

it is the cracks and crevices
that one must probe, be eager
to peer into

willing to follow to
whatever logical conclusion
it lead to, even if this
be a crevasse

or deep marine trench
such as some
oceans be renowned for

and here I am
in that liminal space
between parking
lot and Mall
snacking on Sushi
as I stroll towards
a fast food joint

no need
to name them, they are
a household word

and there in a crack in
the new pavement
a leaf green
grasshopper
minus
  a few legs getting
swept up
by a broom

same green that be as
the Kawasaki racing green
of my old
cafe racer
motorcycle

such out of
   the everyday stuff
not difficult to
spot if
   you take
  a look.         can see

and me
always on the alert for
glitch in the program, mis-
quote
   in the subtext

the Zen of the mindful
from
    the stupor of
all that is
empty, hide bound and
mindless

razor edge thin, which
is why
   we stay clear

LIKE A BILLIONAIRE

LIKE AN BILLIONAIRE

I’m shopping
like a billionaire

the app
revolutionary
the benefits fabulous

am in a digital paradise
buying whatever
I desire
purchasing everything

bonds and stocks
trusts and shares

my house full to its limits
stacked floor to ceiling

rsilways, hotels, 
airports and harbours,
vast tracts
   of underdeveloped land

got me feeling like a billionaire
         carving up the world
on this
     unbelievable app
full
  of such radical potential

hundred dollar
sandwich
   as yet unbitten into

there to fix my hunger
should I get round to eat.