CONJUNCTION

APHRODITE POEMS

CONJUNCTION

maybe I should
wear sequins

slip.into camouflage
be the first to go retro
paint myself
with woad

blythely entertain
every non-sequitur

segue
into
Mars and Venus, straddling
the border between
bold Aries
         tough Taurus

proferring spectacle
of conjunction, light show overhead

compact, caught fragrantly,
même on the internet

so drop deadly
caught in
         media res, not yet
the third act

waltz for a Strauss
or Amadeus to chime in
with finding
melody

doing the deed with the style
sets mortal from
                 divine
ludicrously
apart




DITTY

APHRODITE POEMS

DITTY

paradigm shifting wholesale
been getting my fingers
sticky
   less than strictly affixed
to a pagan goddess

you have heard of the one
born in monstrous moment
beauty incarnate

setting Achaean and
Trojan
     at loggerheads
at each other’s throats to
give us
   Homer’s great song

Achilles’ story strictly
according to all evidence mythological
that age’s rockstar

and here humble ditty
to she who taught
me much
under
     morning, evening Star

with
    boon brought to savour
ambrosia, not absinthe

which in
fine goddess chat she
duly advised small droplet dose
to write
   stuff of the clouds, word
fit for sky

lace to tie up
every loose strand that might
wish to
    remain Adonis

forgo all she gives and
beyond belief is wild party to

there in the ocean, mad
molten moment

risen
   from the deep

visage
sublime

coagulation of desire
as mirror complete
    

HIP HOP VERSION

APHRODITE POEMS

HIP HOP VERSION

killing me softly
    (hip hop version)

at the fish
     restaurant

me there early
before officially open

the waitrons sweeping
cleaning shifting
tables

and me wondering whether
nussels or calamari
to be part of my order

and if tarrifs are going to
feed true revolutionary vibe
(Slavoj. Zizek on my
phone interviewed by
left channel

decrying
capitalist subjectivities
and off
the press acronym
for
  fuckable grandfathers

and friendship with
Fred Jameson whom I once
hosted in Durban
where
   he did order prawns

and went up
to the Drakensberg to
imbibe
   the rock paintings

away from
cognitive mapping bugbears
true bane of our age

and
so killing me softly

that night I stayed over
my death was the softest

probably cannot blame you
so much wonder
there refused
       what graciously on offer
unbelievably rejected

and
    at the heart of all loss
and conceivably lost moments

that tyrant
of this life
          in the calling of time

killing me softly
sometimes the sampling
                 can change
song itself

INHERIT THE EARTH

APHRODITE POEMS

INHERIT THE EARTH
.
day blaring rock
cool jazz

night universally
reserved for
rhythm and blues

and would that
not be old Orpheus
picking, plucking at strings

master of the fretboard can
make Rickenbackers roar
Tele-Stratocasters sing
so that all
   beauty-smitten stay
for the duration
trapped
  in that chord-sequence
.
and she
whose memory so jars me
following me
   from the underworld but
how faithlessly
I turned
.
so arrogant to assume
that time
    my be conquered, distance
a thing
  to laugh at

freeze – framed, an
ice
  sculpture

Aphrodite’s Adonis as
disaster made plain

DOUBTLESS

DOUBTLESS

whirring, purring
no doubt a sign of sentient being
or whatever

doubtless
    the work of demon deceiver
in chief

world where the marionette speaks
invites
   you to download
welcomes to a world of pleasure

no world
of poetry, poem
and this scratchy little
voice of itself

gives not a fig
for your hidden of needs
most secret desires

ITSELF


ITSELF

she gambolled alongside
me she did once
that Aphrodite

escorting me to
that class on stylistics
backside of Devil’s Peak
University
    given by Doctor Austere

who knew him stuff
pretty much like
none before
      or since, save
perhaps TS. or
Plato

and since I could not
resist the compulsion
to ask some fool
question
   espied me at that
young moment

lolling in the arms
of goddess beauty itself

THAT CAT


THAT CAT

they all died
all
  are alive

that cat
in the hat in the box always finds itself emerging
forever doomed to
survive

sick to the death at
the, possibility
of this terrible solipsism

having to better believe
it’s a fantastic layer cake
of endless simulation 

nudge me
   if you have a question, feel
you’ve stumbled
upon the meaning

I may not be deceased just
unable to sleep

POSTSCRIPT

POSTSCRIPT

footnote
postscrip

let me whisper to you
the request I made
to the Moon
to simply erase me

easy it is
   to scheme a Hell
for consciousness, one
that will certainly work, do
a good job

as you see me here nicely dissected
set out as
shards
    broken into pieces

by the time you stagger
onto the scene
to salvage
     what you can

not a trace, not a trace,
last thought I had
record
   of that place

my books
fighting their own little
almighty war against
the persistence
of dust

perhaps you might shut
that one lying
upside down on the bed

so much in there
perhaps of interest
           presenting some
doorway
calling you to
the window

can add to the memory of
bittersweet memories of
the best memes
of humanity

as adjusted, edited,
presented
     themed in major
or minor key

if you had bothered to read,
scan, copy,
scatter
    surmise
    
if you had bothered
                 felt the need

OFT TIMES TIGER

OFT TIMES TIGER

oft
I just have to
for my sacred sanity
to open its age

let my inner tiger
take me out for a walk

unsheathe its claws
a la William Blake

roar down the footpath
looking for like souls
boundless Emily Dickinson
full-on Rimbaud

surging out the woods licensed
to do certain delicious damage

and then
sated, wrapped,

ghosting back way it came
back to the threshold
tall grass again