Tag Archives: poetry

PHYSICAL CONDITION

PHYSICAL CONDITION a nation of physicists how can I emigrate to them? will there be a test? will I be able to smooth myself in cope with this supremacy? for they live in this world with one foot in another ocean an ocean whose true depth will never be measured my mind struggling to calibrate itself to embrace all possibilities shape myself in line in order to become a natural naturalized citizen only world to my mind has any pretence of any hold on reality

NOT THAT I AM SAYING

NOT THAT I AM SAYING

my poem
is behind this wall

covered in fog, behind
a veil,
 
written
in an impenetrable code

guarded and gatekept
against each
and every
accusation
        of inhumanity

readers who are likely to
misread, misunderstand, come
to a wrong conclusion

must take care to
check the red sniper dot
bouncing around their head

not that I am saying
or would want you to infer
that I have scoped you
out
   from pride
of place and indeed have
you diabolically targeted

CONSIDERATION

CONSIDERATION disconnect uncouple float around taking it all in the beauty the existential the abstract all that is in this supposed simulation riven with torture carnage unspeakable pain and why if it is all a phantom supremely a fiction why is it of such deadly import what we think, what we say why are there lies we must all be cultivated to believe in propaganda from Heaven every single say

OF THE AGE

OF THE AGE lies live lies survive lies fly all over the place so much destruction in their wake their instinct being to replicate split like mutant cells divide and be careful how you yourself do define for here service to the lie loses the light goes completely blind for shadow has shown too easy it be to mistake the love of a death embrace become the thing we fear we hate the beautiful hypocrite of the age the lie in us so consummate

HOLES

HOLES

there are holes in the paper
places of quicksand

the words cannot
traverse this broken landscape

move at pace
across the page

shocktroop you with
tactical juxtapositions,
lightning images

no
the whole nature of
poetry has changed

those books on mechanized modernism
      so obsolete (ultimately
so) better
thow
   them away

                  only good
for metaphor

subtext is where
                   the power now
lies

RANCH (BACK AT THE)

RANCH (BACK AT THE) here’s a tough thought for a tough time anarchy fresh from the UK back at the ranch we desperately playing scrabble to unscramble everything twisted out of shape fallen out of line as definition drifts; seems like we fresh out of tiles to tile subtle find our groove, roof liberty’s lexicon (defunct form roof) make what will stand outstand outlive this funk test of time (canary in a cage) as our mosaic now wakes (leave this here as my missive on our most ambitious take)

LIONHEART

LIONHEART Oh Mars Oh Venus saw Richard F surfing bonkers bongo through the quantum foam at CALTECH there is a box inside which is a box containing a cat being thought experimented by Erwin Schrodinger but Niels Bohr proclaims the only language of the atom to be poetry whilst which Richard handles every marauding Pacific great white with aplomb conjuring up the body of Aphrodite as subatomic delight (being born under Taurus, her love sign) and this this mess my pen itself insists I write down to every point of gravity every unique quark