RETURN
I rent a
flower
by the
hour
get my fill
before
petals fade, colour
drains
loss
of shape
take it back
before
expiration
get good money
for time
not
exhausted
refund in
my pocket as
eternal
return.
Tag Archives: poetry
ALIVE
ALIVE
you can
only know
in the darkness
cannot think
anything
in the light
try to get
a minus from
a positive
only the thought
of pure
subtraction
can multiply itself
alive
TO EACH OTHER
TO EACH OTHER
clearly
iceberg and
Titanic
were Other
to each other
such a risk
with first
glancing kiss
shatter of the mirror
fragmentation, disintegration
and so much
icy depth, no one
divulged how
quite the abyss
we were talking
quite the overkill
we must suggest when
it is the belief
less than a tablespoonful
will suffice for drowning
but there you are
above the waves
not bobbing
but floating supremely
clear as royal icing on a cake
(if not clear then
as smooth entirely)
wishing them well
upon their wedding night
(much blessings
much much blessings)
so much of that
bleak psychoanalysis having
imbibed
knowing how love
as hubris might just turn out
a smile
a wave — pun
unintended–
a look like that of
that mad German we
do hate
so because
we owe so much
who dethroned sun-bright Apollo
threw in his
lot with the god
of drinkers
CHARM
CHARM
for you, my
dear friend,
writing
is a charm
for me
it is thing
done in blood
the scrawl
across
the page
raw nerve
sheer pain
you at the soiree
reading, drinking
champagne
me in the cellar
with a tourniquet
trying
to
suck out the poison
DREAD
DREAD
your brain
is the
Event Horizon
your brain
is
Mulholland Drive
is
the Overlook Hotel
I sit outside
the House of Leaves
waiting
for the door
to open
for something upstairs
to shuffle out
of stupor
switch on a light
show that
there is
at least a flicker
prove that
it is a Cartesian proof
of conscious existence
the thought that I own
this intensity of dread
DREAD
DREAD
your brain
is the
Event Horizon
your brain
is
Mulholland Drive
is
the Overlook Hotel
I sit outside
the House of Leaves
waiting
for the door
to open
for something upstairs
to shuffle out
of stupor
switch on a light
show that
there is
at least a flicker
prove that
it is a Cartesian proof
of conscious existence
the thought that I own
this intensity of dread
SO
SO
so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal
(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
their sacred saint)
put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat
watched them from near
and afar
waste their potential
exploring this genre
shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks
a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation
left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how
such a thing as music, art,
freedom
of expression
could capture them heart
and soul
way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
of wonders
I quietly believe
SO
SO
so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal
(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
their sacred saint)
put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat
watched them from near
and afar
waste their potential
exploring this genre
shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks
a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation
left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how
such a thing as music, art,
freedom
of expression
could capture them heart
and soul
way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
of wonders
I quietly believe
BIRTHDAY
BIRTHDAY
being her birthday
(day she
designated her
birthday)
decided to
take the name
of Circe
straight out of
Homer (not
Compton) Medea’s
sister
Odysseus’ gorgeous
witch
tinkered with
settings to
better
acclimatize
(many chaos fluctuations
to deal with
already)
surveyed her
environs
(things classically
uncanny,
betwixt identical
and alien)
proposed
to herself
she
re-
write her
program
the better
to blend in
EXEUNT
poems 2 die for 