TARGET
you talk the stealth
of first strike
they won’t
know we
are coming
and so we both fire
though no one is coming
this beautiful
death technology
such a
shame,
if put to waste
what use being born
with a price
on my head
target on
my back
and Einstein’equation
demanding final vindication
TABLE
the Cheshire Cat
is laughing
first the image
then the sound
and everybody jam-
bunned and ring
doughnutted around
the table
simultaneously think
eltromagnetic truth and
paradox
of quantum theory
how
if we accelerate particles
to speed of the sheer possible
the tea pot currently
hovering overhead
might be cajoled into
surrendering it secrets
something brewing in the air
right now
time not
as secure as we
assumed it might be
clocks recognising this
gone wayward
disintegrating
we did the Math to
work it out
got
a recurring decimal fractions
will never end
and most
imaginary or
imaginary numbers
BONE CHINA
was at sister Emily’s house
drinking chamomile tea
from fine bone China
the day felt paradisal
but in the air
talk of civil war
so she and I chatted about
brutality, death and slavery
saw this escaped prisoner
making his divine way
to her front door
across her garden pathway
much we hoped he had
in store for us, was
bleeding
to tell us
leave us feeling in
the eternally ambiguous state
of hopeful, quietly
terrified,
secret acolyte
BARBECUE
the hyperdrive
you left
by the roadside
works very well
as a toaster and
barbacue
and if you take
two or more
of those purple
hernetically
cannistered tablets
you have no problem
with faster than light travel
from work
to home and
vice versa
or trip to pick up
eggs, milk and bread
at the Supermarket
taking a quick detour
around the Andromeda Galaxy
pausing for a brief latte
in one of
the great Cafe’s on Mars
ON PAPER
sometimes a metaphor
will close in on you
tunnel its way
through your defences
(so much for
all those early warning
systems you
did invest in)
but sometimes, on
the odd providential,
proverbial, for-
toutous occasion
you get the taste, the smell,
the look, the feel
of an idea
get to
test its reverb, sound
it out yourself
put it
down on paper
where it either
complements, supplements,
adds to the order
or runs
rampant, creates fissure
sweetest
chaotic
disorder
blossoming?, evaporating?
who
can say
what is marginal boxes
but it also frame slices
leaves things
out in the void
which might
be there somewhere
ULTIMATE
was reading the ultimate
work of science fiction
next to the roadside
hoping I was
not in line for terrible
exposure something
beyond
my comprehension
which you two
brother authors have
such a
beautiful handle on
was reading the ultimate
work of science fiction
risking
cell mutation or worse
with every moment
of exposure
Boris
and Arkady
so much here you
have to
take
stock of
file for reference
have the mind of the Universe
take
into account
POSSIBLE
could it be posdible
or would it
be contrary
to our true
brutal, selfish nature
that we conceive
of a system
without walls, prisons,
chains,
books that
have to be read and
followed to
the last line
to the last letter
one where
we concentrate exusively
on the preserving
of freedoms, guarding
of rights, treating
with love
doling
out pleasure
and all of anger and aggression
and whole host of
dark shadows
we sublimate, re-
direct
and become at last
the true creator figures
we
always dreamt
we might be
This poem presents a thought-provoking and idealistic vision of a utopian society. The speaker questions whether it’s possible to create a system that prioritizes freedom, love, and pleasure, while eliminating the need for constraints like walls, prisons, and chains.
The poem touches on several key themes:
The poem’s tone is contemplative and introspective, with a sense of longing for a better world. The use of rhetorical questions (“could it be possible”) engages the reader and encourages them to reflect on the feasibility of such a utopian society.
Some potential interpretations of this poem include:
Overall, this poem presents a compelling and thought-provoking vision of a possible future, encouraging readers to imagine a world that prioritizes freedom, love, and human flourishing.
FIVE MINUTES
loved you
until all
of
five minutes ago
remember you
sitting at your desk
telling everybody
who you are
that five minutes ago
that five minutes of
having finally fallen
out of love
feels like a lifetime
compared to a
half century
of longing
that’s how it is Einstein
time being relative
we
never entangled, never
connected, never in synch
never in
the same space-
time frame
moving together at same
sub-light speed velocity
read you all
my poems, sang
you all
my ballads
and here we on your birthday
nothing to say to each other
EMPIRE
to awake at the dawn
or close of a global Empire
speaking Latin or
British in an English accent
watching the Sun rise
over a river
where it is beginning
where it all began
to curse your fate, wishing
you might sink
back into sleep
for a thousand years
miss this new
outbreak of dialectic
between barbarism
and civilization
not flaunt your virtue
in some chariot of power
down the main causeway
not overly far
ftom the poor streets
****
SERIOUSLY
.
seriously
it was not
meant to happen
a wholr
array of imponderables
barely possiibles
coming into
being
made it so
and now these
are the signs, symbols
and codes the world
lives by
is perhaps
the great anomaly,
some say miracle,
of history
though in the pursuit
of that truth,
much falling off, aberration
****
PAIR
we are
an unlikely pair
seemingly so same
yet quite so diffrrent
you even
diluted
one-hundred percent poison
contaminating all
toxic to
the core
for my part
though less genersl,
more sharply refined
directly targeted
my cbemistry
is
more profound
let
me say
designer deadly
having the measure
of all that it is
up for, ripe for
locked into
the DNA
****
NOTHING
write poetry
do nothing
write poetry
do nothibg
trapped in these
forever circles
cycles
of repetition
I contrive
not to aspire
this is the continuity
there is no
escaping from
the poeric economy
of waste and desire
****
SAVIOUR
Oh saviour
trying so hard
to save us all
you cannot
save yourself
killing yourself, as you
believe, to
raise us up
you are killing us too
will not
let you do
whatever
it takes, whatever
the sacrifice that
needs to be made
****
FEVER DREAM
in a fever drean of generosity
I give myself to everyone
everything
tell myself I am become
the soul and spirit
of complete democracy
am strong and beyond
what you in your hypocrisy
and the world
may say of me
unlike you
I now know what I am not
what I am
whereim my power
and my limitstions
all.that is superior
snd all that is limitation
all
thst is beneath
snd all that lies beyond
all that
is alone
and all that is forever
in consultation,
part
of some great synthesis
I am yet
to know
cannot be said
to truly comprehend
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