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IN THE FLESH

IN THE FLESH

here’s a feast
for the ages, for your fingers,
for your life, for
all times
for
your heart and soul

in the flesh
carved from
the bone my dear
carnivours
where all is sweetest

some thing left
for you to pick at
that is quite outrageous

panopolies of cauldrons
spawning
much smoke
and music

Hell crazy indeed
these mountain landscapes of food

full sausage processes
meet off-cuts of Heaven
meaning
all you can eat

but where
would carnival be
without its underworld

the darker whose secrets
liberation
the sweeter
the taste
(and as much vice versa
as you are
willing
to hear as much
outright contradiction
as you came for today)
.
harvest, autumn
seeds and leaves
all is in cycle
all
rise
must fall

precarious all this plunder that
speaks words
of wonder

whips up
pudding praise, storm
salad of words

buffet
smorgasbord
release
your inner Viking
dormant marauder

still spinning
what gives, is this
not
eternal engine simply
infinite machine?

those modernists of yore
clattering away, force-
feeding
their typewriters

fry
what is
deep frozen (deep
fry, twice
the ice fry in batter)

prove
food for thought as to
how revolutionary
one can be

meat of an idea full
of succulent goodness something
paid the price for

off cuts and fillet
what nestles close to
the heart
attached to
the bone

a sea of food rendered
an ocean of flavour

all that is sweet bitter sour
full savoury indeed

all in the garnish, style
of the spices

the street in your food
pushed to its class
limit
stretched to
haute cuisine

feel it
in your marrow as you
ride the wild rides
eat
the squid
counter the octopus

take
a last bite

drink your last sip

time left to cure and

let
the stew brew

the rich liqueurs percolate

here’s a feast
tosink your teeth into

MURAKAMI

MURAKAMI
“you must have big rats
if you need Japanese steel”
                 Kill Bill, Volume 1

I read some Murakami
that we might
be on
the same page

if not
dance together
at least be able to
whistle
    the same
    tune

which I hear now
floating over old Edo

before
    it got firebombed to death
turned to ash

rose again as fresh colossus
spreading its fingers
into how
    we picture our world

GOLD STANDARD

GOLD STANDARD

you are
the gold standard

best
touchstone

asked for a handout
you chopped
       my head off

split
the atom

stole
several body parts

oh my staccato life subject
to this debt slavery

roll over credit
        what was     now
roll over
play dead
      or actually die

all for a few scrappy
coins in the offing
kind of
    smaller
     than atoms

and me
under such pressure to
edit down
    this poem

get it in tune, right tone
sufficiently complicit
in every single way

FRIDAY 13TH

FRIDAY 13th

it”s Friday 13th
St Jason”s Day
in September

so wear your
hockey mask children
you know you have to
deep down
want to

nothing like
slasher jump scare
to bring that
delight home

and this the message
that we telling
the monster exists
and he is
pretty much
indestructible

will
  keep on
coming into
the Universe ends

and even then
that might not stop him
something about
dear Mr Vorhees
precedes everything

was here
long before the idea
of safety
was even born

SQUARED

SQUARED

the Universe
likes circles

the Universe
is beholden
to ratios
and squares

speed
of light
squared

sixty
   four squares
in eight by
eight
light square
start e4 d4 nf3 c4
dark square
       alternating configuration
stop with
a hashtag

and
   let us not forget

square deal
square meal
      square shooter
square up

and all those squares:
Times, Red,
and Trafalgar

without which
   what would history be?

C & C LTD

C & C LTD.

playing chess
making love

knights
forking everything
on on the board

I think Cheech and Chong
as in my grandmaster stupor

Chong
   and Cheech

Chong
and Cheech

to know where I am endgaming
right now
need more
    smoke and mirrors

don’t want to Robin Williams genie myself
      into a series of explosive
moves
rebounding in
my face

need some of your C & C good stuff to
take
the edge off
my embarrassment

need to conserve, focus
direct
       until in sight,
within
touch I do get
to light the fuse

Oh
   let the joke not be too
much on me my darlings

cold fusion
        supreme complement
contribution

ultimate solution
to needs and desires,  desires
                                       and needs

SMOTHERED

SMOTHERED

smothered mate
Mr Bond

love of
Queen (now King)
and country
has
  squashed you
into a corner

no man supposedly
an island but
you appear
to be a
tiny one

deluded by the believed
magnificence
of your
self-
importance

and now
to put it bluntly
you are
   screwed, have
lost the game

and this
    foreign, highbrow, villainous
post-atomic, cyber-
crime,
    deformed
asexual, intellectual mutant

gloating at how
     you took the Gambit, swallowed
the poisoned pawn

in one wrong move altered
geopolitics
    and the nature
of Empire

and you
with your jaw
hewed from granite and
tinker-tailor brain

wondering if like
Admiral Horatio you too
will be
   elevated above the laiety
on towering
plinth
   or column

as the streets of old-time Motherland  clucking
for
  her lost
children

all smashed to chicken shit
beg you
to resign next move
before,
    like a guillotine, it befalls,
becomes the
iconic moment captured
for all time
   that now will change
                        everything