FRIDAY 13th
it”s Friday 13th
St Jason”s Day
in September
so wear your
hockey mask children
you know you have to
deep down
want to
nothing like
slasher jump scare
to bring that
delight home
and this the message
that we telling
the monster exists
and he is
pretty much
indestructible
will
keep on
coming into
the Universe ends
and even then
that might not stop him
something about
dear Mr Vorhees
precedes everything
was here
long before the idea
of safety
was even born
CIRCUITRY
wanted Titania
got titanium
a cyborg Queen
of the Fairies terminator
sent back through time
to this forest outside
Athens
depicted
in the play
to translate me
into your bottom-
level
love machine
drag me
out of the audience
into her bower
to explore
the wonders of her
titanium shape
and form
inner beauty
of her circuitry
LIZARD
we
were in the dream
time together
watching the Dali clocks dissolve
of their own accord
time is such
a persnickety, finicky,
precise unreality
I hear it tick
trick itself into
imagining
it may
well be
a bomb
I like to watch it
slowly chip away
the statues of
what we were
smooth
river
pebbles now
as the
dream logic takes its toll
FINISHING TOUCH
I love
your
finishing
touch
coup de gras
in the corner,
on
the back rank
Mike Tyson
punch
(the one
all plans crumble in the face of)
SQUARED
the Universe
likes circles
the Universe
is beholden
to ratios
and squares
speed
of light
squared
sixty
four squares
in eight by
eight
light square
start e4 d4 nf3 c4
dark square
alternating configuration
stop with
a hashtag
and
let us not forget
square deal
square meal
square shooter
square up
and all those squares:
Times, Red,
and Trafalgar
without which
what would history be?
C & C LTD.
playing chess
making love
knights
forking everything
on on the board
I think Cheech and Chong
as in my grandmaster stupor
Chong
and Cheech
Chong
and Cheech
to know where I am endgaming
right now
need more
smoke and mirrors
don’t want to Robin Williams genie myself
into a series of explosive
moves
rebounding in
my face
need some of your C & C good stuff to
take
the edge off
my embarrassment
need to conserve, focus
direct
until in sight,
within
touch I do get
to light the fuse
Oh
let the joke not be too
much on me my darlings
cold fusion
supreme complement
contribution
ultimate solution
to needs and desires, desires
and needs
SMOTHERED
smothered mate
Mr Bond
love of
Queen (now King)
and country
has
squashed you
into a corner
no man supposedly
an island but
you appear
to be a
tiny one
deluded by the believed
magnificence
of your
self-
importance
and now
to put it bluntly
you are
screwed, have
lost the game
and this
foreign, highbrow, villainous
post-atomic, cyber-
crime,
deformed
asexual, intellectual mutant
gloating at how
you took the Gambit, swallowed
the poisoned pawn
in one wrong move altered
geopolitics
and the nature
of Empire
and you
with your jaw
hewed from granite and
tinker-tailor brain
wondering if like
Admiral Horatio you too
will be
elevated above the laiety
on towering
plinth
or column
as the streets of old-time Motherland clucking
for
her lost
children
all smashed to chicken shit
beg you
to resign next move
before,
like a guillotine, it befalls,
becomes the
iconic moment captured
for all time
that now will change
everything
FLOOD
Bee is out in the Bayou
cutting some tracks
me I be drinking
skipping stones, drinking
some of her lemonade
got a bit today drunk on it
then watched your blues movie
(the one
where you were Miss Etta
singing you would.
rather go blind)
wonderd how
you could spin gold
in your land of cotton
Marigold dress reborn
baseball batting those
windshields apart
and Warsan
Shire
words threading through
the cloth
kneaded into
the dough
get those words finger painted
at least, if not tattooed
write their calligraphy
across a dancer’s body now
everything
on six
inch heels
moving in full formation
Mississippi
night magic
Texas Bama
police car sinking submerging
like the Hunley
or
the Nautilus
epic how these streams
flow together
a world in flood
STILL LESS
STILL LESS
the future
will not be
like the past
not remotely
and sucks to
all your other
continuity assumptions
no same same
for all your days
I’m afraid
Heraclitus (who
else?) decisively
nailed it:
you cannot step
into the same river
twice
(be it languid crawler
or raging torrent)
nor can you,
for that matter,
be
the same man
making love to
the same
woman twice
or, once,
strictly speaking,
the logic is saying
THEY CAME
they came
with their kite shaped shields
sense of destiny and
much dynasty
soon
to be unloaded
hard task masters, speaking
a special dialect of
that most beautiful tongue
to suppress the native until
the languages blended
before conquered and
conqueror
did so themselves
and me writing in
in that hybrid innovation
words gushing
pouring in
to layer this
speech, render it
exceptional, versatile
like no other
I say to you now
in my genes no small
trace of
that villainous breed
whose thirst for triumph
victory nigh insatiable
an Empire of nice brutality
sprung fron this seed
poems 2 die for