CA -CHING!
I asked the I Ching
am I loved?
made
a full inquiry
so many moving lines
I fear
every line moving
so many possibilities, dimensions,
levels of speculation
in the light of which
impossible to come up
with a
solid interpretation
except to notice
that, like the wind, you
came
and are now gone
PHOTOELECTRIC
here I am
discover myself
awash in light
playing with
your photons
each so
beady-eyed
getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic
let there be
care
how
this is done
suddenly your beauty
out
of nowhere
shatter my faith in
all that is
abstract
transcendental
saving me from
consummation
of word
deciding
on necessity
of flesh
BROWSE
forget
about
who wrote this
pen, or keyboard,
you
will
never know
impossible to
ever know
me
find me
and yet
here we
are
finding you
STAR TURN
star of your poet
star of your king
how could you
have let it get
so
lop-
sided
fall
into a black hole
become killing machine?
suck us
all in why don”t you
become all of our
writing
on the wall
sucking us in like
it was all pre-destined
sorry if we feel
no rapture at all
REASON BEING
this is the reason
why I am not a physicist
nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk
truth in the atom
and how it is chained
something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me
something outside inside
tunneling between
whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident
iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?
will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry
very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing
only world we have
listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly
chat to
my chotbot about all this
another
trick of consciousness
In lands afar, where shadows cast their veil,
South Africa strides, justice to unveil.
With heart resolute, they march to the fray,
Taking Israel to court, to have their say.
As rugby kings, and champions of right,
They face the champions of woeful blight.
Oh, how the irony sings in the air,
How shall Israel maneuver, now, to bear?
With twisted tongues, they’ll surely plead their case,
Beguiling words, their deeds they shall embrace.
Yet, in this court, a reckoning awaits,
Where justice’s scales shall decide their fates.
For Gaza’s plight, the world’s tears they’ve shed,
In this epic clash, hope shall rise, not dread.
From Shakespeare’s quill, new scenes shall now unfurl,
As justice fights against a twisted world.
WATER SIGN
sometimes
I hate
sensitivity
you
make me
hate
sensitivity
lying aghast
across your
tear-stained
bed
waiting for
that special
someone
special
anyone
and me
so close yet
out
of the picture
that body so lovely
eyes that blaze
waiting
waiting
for who? for
what
I wonder
out of the picture
with this
poem, this poetry,
must have something
to do
MISS
this poem
is full
of missing
words
sounds invisible
did not
hear or see
but they are there
nevertheless
think you know
think you believe
CORRECT
needed, out of
deep respect,
to get my
algorithms
correct
outside
inside
need to know
the process
inside out
inside
outside
upside
down
one mistake
and here
I drown
get
it right I drown
too
coreect if I am
wromg
feel so
on song
so
crown jewels coronet
whole diffetent game
no shame
drowning in you
all present and correct
IN CONJUNCTION
perfunctory
matter-of-factual
lowest
common denominator
recurring (hexi) decimal
super-accurate
orgasm you may measure
with a micrometer
seismically
and still the longing
insatiable to rummage
through
your toolbox
plough
through your belongings
wondering what gloss
you going to give this
what
star alignment you will find
stellar conjunction
Oh so Mars, Venus, Mars
Mercury
perfectly planetary?
poems 2 die for