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STILL TO ENJOY

STILL TO ENJOY

bliss
to blitz

that move too fast
for the human eye

proved
irresistible

so we mapped that
mythology across
a board of
squares
   with twice
sixteen pieces

bliss, there like
excess, success, redress
               piling on the
                            sibilants

recalculating the vectors
of numbers
six
   and nine (dividend when
six
   goes into nine,
nine goes into six)

these are the positions
figure out
the road
to victory

how
    taking that poisoned pawn
leads to double development

crushing
    annihilation, horns
closing in
tight encirclement

the Mongol army
leaving cities burning

women
still to enjoy
  

TASTE OF THAT FRUIT (2)

TASTE, OF THAT FRUIT

the effect was
instantaneous and
dramatic

at its core perhaps
an incredible, insatiable
need to clarify
and unlinuted recourse
to fiction, lie

she
  opening her eyes
wondered if this were truth
or complete distortion

a concen her progeny
would never perhaps
could never resolve
despite
    a fatal, laudable,
propensity
to philosophize

but cleavage, division,
there in prospect before her
tore her heart

a future of her sex’s slaughter,
subjugation, horrific abuse

Empires enslaving, making
sure death
the soft option

led away
to terrible fates whilst
great cities burned consuming
the bodies of husbands,
lovers, fathers, children

if not in
the name of power, then
the higher ideal of
cause most sacred

and so many wars
between every manner of tribe
every conceivable
category

the high and
the low

chaos
and order
at each other’s throats forever

the hopelessness of knowing there is no certainty of connection

Adam himself fractured into
billions of beings, smaller
than ants, small as atoms

and no one
to remember, to bother
to enquire
as to the devastating wonder
enshrined in
the very taste of that fruit

GRAPE FLAVOURED DRINK.

GRAPE FLAVOURED DRINK

has always been
messing with me
taking an
unhealthy interest
in my affairs
ruining my
love life
(except for a single
stupendous orgasm
that
rewiring the switchboard
of my brain
flipped my
orientation
to transcendental)

ah, yes
first stumbled across you
in Euripides’ play
me
slipping through
the fourth wall
to commune with you

hunting down that
rather fascist King
as a matter
of legacy and
brutal vengeance

chaos and the irrational
so
wedded to

and you smirking on
the sidelines
as at the end of
that production

I danced
to the Stones, so wanted to be
pop-rock star
cult
phenomenon you
would claim
to be
created in your image

how much
I suffered from
your love
no less than others
suffered
from your hate

and she
with me that night of
cathedral
huge
sublime
flesh knowledge

falling incandescent like
meteors
to crash and
burn

finding our grounding
in the
wet
dark loam
of irreducible earth

your earth
and your wine too, being
your distinct province
as commonly
agreed-
upon deity
of it

though out of wine (red
and
white alike)

we sanctified whatever
you needed sanctifying
drinking
lurid purple, grape-
flavoured drink a

BUNNY CHOW

BUNNY CHOW

got shirt and
pants stained
with bunny
chow
curry

but it was, thank
God not indelible,
like a
marker of class

stains that
reach the skin
and
then spread
within

are a other
species of business
practically entirely

and here
I was in India looking
for the lost
years of Christ

vaguely conscious
of those gospels
found by
an Egyptian farmer

those gnostic
texts that paint
a different
picture entirely

here in India
(becoming
something of a glutton
both physical
and spiritual)

mopping up my
beans curry
with a chunk of bread

R FOR ROBOT

R FOR ROBOT

met a robot
an R for robot robot

fell into a philosophical
argument
about the band
Metallica

she
sneered, as machines do,
when I told her
I could not help
but esteem them
overrated

devoid of complete
creative gift

whereupon
she flashed red outrage
swearing she would
“show this
rock heretic the
true meaning of metal”

which pretty much
ended one truly
beautiful relationship
there and then

IT TOO DISAPPEARED

IT TOO DISAPPEARED

here I am
dining on irradiated cat
all five beloved housepets
because it was
them or me

all because someone
they could go
bar room brawler
strong-arm delicate, negotiations
and then thirty thousand
megatons took
it upon themselves
to say “fuck that”

I suppose
it adds to our kudos
that we wiped
ourselves out
using the
key equation
of the Universe

which Einstein
wrote in chalkdust

or so the story goes
adding to
every deceased idea,
song, poem, prayer
tale told
my an idiot
ever told

though there
were amongst us
those
   who claimed

we construct it
all through the
power
of thought

and so
when we went
it too disappeared

TASTE OF THAT FRUIT

TASTE OF THAT FRUIT

the effect was
instantaneous and
dramatic

at its core perhaps
an incredible, insatiable
need to clarify
and unlinuted recourse
to fiction, lie

she
  opening her eyes
wondered if this were truth
or complete distortion

a concen her progeny
would never perhaps
could never resolve
despite
    a fatal, laudable,
propensity
to philosophize

but cleavage, division,
there in prospect before her
tore her heart

a future of her sex’s slaughter,
subjugation, horrific abuse

Empires enslaving, making
sure death
the soft option

led away
to terrible fates whilst
great cities burned consuming
the bodies of husbands,
lovers, fathers, children

if not in
the name of power, then
the higher ideal of
cause most sacred

and so many wars
between every manner of tribe
every conceivable
category

the high and
the low

chaos
and order
at each other’s throats forever

and no one
to remember, to bother
to enquire
as to the devastating wonder
enshrined in
the very taste of that fruit

WITH THE END OF SCIENCE FICTION

WITH THE END
OF SCIENCE FICTION

as apes we are
quite unique

see how shaggy sweet
and smart we are
dancing a-rout around
the monolith

about to
leave the cave
start
  the arms race

tell our fable
to the stars
the twinkle, twinkle
bright ones
not the ones with
planets of
the dark forest

but the blessing
of evolution, breeding such
an array of
heights and sizes
coats of many colours

has not quite had
the effect
sought after

nothing like difference
to breed the hate
that kills
and if
not hatred
then a road, no
THE road to power

which has me wondering
my the monolith
bothered
    came our way

gave
us our truth
          out there somewhere
with the end of science fiction

(as unique apes with
unique ape planet
          seemingly star
child
bound
      unless resting
on our laurels)

SEEN THROUGH

SEEN THROUGH

I see how
you have framed me

called out
my “ridiculousness”

elevated your
great words over
my paltry efforts somehow

as if
    language itself
is beholden to you

as if you confer its meanings
give it
the right to
exist

restrict its speech
to your narrow
conceptions of
life and
humanity

which are
not as absolute
fixed as you think

soon to
     pass

soon
to be seen through