PLEASE YOURSELF
please yourself
it’s not your war
and why should
old injustices
present slaughter
trouble
you
you have
your own life to decode
everyday concerns
to fret over
so much
fretting there
who cannot forgive
your total dedication
to present
woe and
need
pleasing yourself
finding
what you pray will
prove
(and provide)
supreme relief (in
an extremity
beyond
belief)
TONGUE TALK
I flick out my tongue
to test the air for you
drink
your scent
rattle
appreciation
no
threat display
though lately
I have been told
I am
indeed venomous
potent neurotoxic
am thinking that
the glory of my dance
and the
beauty
of my coils
sly sophistication
of my
pattern
will
win you round
WATER MOCCASIN
I waa thinking
of a dream poem
about a new
dream body
when all of a sudden
a mud-coloured water moccasin
broke through the surface
of my flow
alerting me to
the inescapable nature of entropy
and the primeval structure
of my being
and here the skunk odours
of this approaching viper
alerted me
at once to the dingy, tawdry, drab
undercurrents
of all life
and so
I sensed it best to put
all dream-minded thoughts
on hold, let
them back burn for
the night
water mocassin gliding
effortlessly by
not as ornery a reptile
as is
the reputation.
SMOKE
your smoke
keeps me awake at night
those hot coals
inside you
your words smoulder
and I pretend
not to be impressed
not to burn
spontaneously combust
no smoke
without, in
your case
volcanic potential
magma, caldera
thermonuclear fire
IN PRAISE OF
SACRIFICE
people will
fight for truth
be nobly
martyred
but how much more
strongly, happily,
forcefully
fanatically
they will
fight for lies
the bigger the lie
the bigger the sacrifice
XCHANGE
touch me feel me
see me love me
hear
me
I wan’t to spread
your wealth
across
the stars
be union and
be disintegration
want to expand you
horizontally vertically
along
every axis
you having
so much to give
so much
to receive
QUICKLY
read this poem quickly
we have not much time
an nasteroid/comet/meteorite
is going to
hit this Earth tonight
but even before which
tensions on the planet ensure
the button will
get pressed
failing which a killer virus
has obviously escaped
and then one or two
of the world’s
super
volcanos
is primed to blow
fill the Earth with pyroclastic flow
toxic dust
blot out the sky, the Sun
so, read
this poem
have some fun
best thing to do now
quite frankly
FARM TALK
let me
withold words
surrender
poetry
thus may I
figure out what
the farm is saying
the trees speaking
catch
these voices
hitherto drowned out
by my insistence to
delve into
the depth of my
faith in language,
human
linguistics
so many different ways
of writing, talking out there
poems 2 die for