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PETS

bad leg
two
bad
legs

thin
as stilts
once so strong

everything about me
progressive

incremental
transformative

alchemical
   would strut the boards
if could walk at all

need to
pray to AI

to halt this in its tracks
reverse the process
save
   my lineage

turn, as the advert says if
I do remember it rightly,
magnificent
    artistic portraits
into
loveable pets

nothing would ever
be so fanciful as awakening
the inclination
     to pet me
ever

so sorrowful my state
having exceeded my allotment
hit my deadline called
time
    on all of that

what thin
as a
    stalk now
down to a toothpick

COLOURS

was too much
in a dark time

so
yellow
as,a,yolk
crayoned in
a big fat Sun

took the whole box
went to town
did
   my thing

cacaphony of
those childhood colors
thrusting up
raining down

which, to be frank,
too much, way
too much synesthesia
for just
about everyone

not to speak about
those echoes
bearing hard
to bear

time of wonder
time of trauma
              toxic
teaching

children to be
seen but
      not heard
locked away

where indeed not
in time of holy war
to be
   taken on crusade

OUT FOR

out in left field

flinging myself about
trying to snatch that ball

out of thin air
before it fall to ground

cracks the Earth open
ruptures its molten core

all those boiling secrets
about to divulge

and so harping on this
as the laws of physics
(as I
    understand them)
run out of bounds

deep state
      deep metaphor

so much reckless slugging
out on the base
               as if hole
in one destined to fix everything

fate pitching crazy
        curved ball, fast ball

steaming in
    aiming low at the plate

                         crowd (same
as before with
same gladiatorial gusto)

want it
    out of bounds, out
the park

out for revenge, so
out of
hand

sensing a shift in momentum
sea change
    
        and thus
out for blood

DUALITY

it helps the poem
enriches it’s sense
of openness
balance
   duality

to have a three-day
conversation with
my angel
       my devil

the latter
   adding as always a desire
for complexity, wicked
inclination to
push every
envelope
    challenge authority
step
    out of bounds

the former to find
that fierce mystical moment
surfing the wave
       of oneness for

ever and
ever

finding that blinding light
in supreme submission
                     where best words
become real

COME SIT

come sit

need to talk
we have been taking
this thing
all too seriously

making it more
far more
than what it is

just lines
and images
patterns of syllables

by no means the
be all and
end all
of the world

especially at this time
when there is no time

what you and I see, perhaps
alone in this:
countdown in seconds
ten nine eight
seven etcetera

to
the end of the world

not a rhyme
or reason to be left
for
   those who love
for those who care

CROSSING

am crossing the Universe
moving slowly

an inch
per  century

searching
for lost souls
some of these souls
infinitely
more lost than mine

relative
     to all other speeds
and
   your speed especially

time for me
moving so fast
that by
    the time reaches you

the Universe will have
died and been
reborn
    billions of times

THIS POEM

this poem is irradiated

that poem
is irradiated

this poem is irradiated, too

they spoke their truth to power
now stand
     as shining examples

which the world, were it
not dead
         could not ignore