ONE AND ONLY
imagine
you are one
moment
naked in
the street
in Hamburg
the one before
in Strawberry Fields
with Yoko
the next
being introduced to
Paul
the next being blown
away by a jealous soul
with a snub-
nosed special
imagine a
world become
so non-linear
everything you are and were
revolving forever on a carousel
imagine that
Mr Sergeant Pepper’s
one and
only Billy Shears
EITHER
being the Niners
we are either
going to fail abysmally
or hit transcendental
soar to unseen
new levels
most likely though,
would be
both
one
then the other
in the course of one game
FILES
wrote this poem
for you
because
you think
like a sponge
think like
a machine
will hold it
in your heart
of hearts
stacked and
Dewey-systemed
amongst
all your
digital loves
digital files
NEITHER
what happens
happens
look at this poem
it may go
one way
may go
another
I may take it this way
you may take it that
both of
these roads considerably
less-travelled
only chance of us ever meeting
will be on
a road
neither of us picked
LINE
you drew a line
said this is
the law, the rule,
the commandment,
the ordinance,
the regulation
suddenly
no sooner had
you signed off
than the line curved
bent multiplied
wriggled all
over
the page
my page
not yours;
on your still a single line
plain as day
cutting across the page
East to West
right to
left
dividing everything
North South
into two
unequal
hemispheres
you drew a line
for all time
POON
was playing
a harp
but it
became
a harpoon
words flying in
like fish
all over the deck
desperate
to write
knew
the tune
but as the fish
thrashed about, struggled
and gasped
wondered whether
this were
not pure satire
or simply
lampoon
CHEW
comfort zone
comfort zone
swallowing pills faster
than cartridges
passing through
a machine gun
tablets so immense
you could engrave each one
with a fresh
host of
commandments
comfort zone
comfort zone
the dread spectacle of knowing
that one day for sure
you be
bound to
bite off
much more than you can chew
FELLOWS
is dream
about the dreamer
or the dream?
Kurt Godel
Zhuangzi
Mauritz
Escher
Italo
Calvino
help
me out
fellows please re-
direct me
sorry to
name-drop
this very thought
has got me tongue-
twisted lost
in the
labyrinth
that is the brain
and one if not
all of you
may just have the key
SUFI
inside
the egg
outside
the shell
in passing
through that veil
saw
that mosaic
shift
and change
piece by
piece
so
permeable
a being
so diffuse
thin
as breath
all that
I am
EVERYTHING
the daisy
chain you
are wearing
has become
barbed wire
but who foresaw
this transformation?
nailed it down
as per
causality?
I am moved by your poem
shed three and five tears
but
forgive me
if I am holding out
for an explanation
believe
poem can be
the key
to unlock
everything
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