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WAKE UP CALL

WAKE UP CALL

a breath of fresh air
if only you
dare
open your window

braving the fear it might
get observed
          be misconstrued

read as an
     attempt to escape

desperatec communication
of a plea
for freedom

freeze frame fractal
cosmic longing for the sublime

breath of
   fresh air, but there again
a window
          

SEQUEL

SEQUEL

so much
frightens us

fear
can hardly be
more pervasive

and me
on the couch
in your bedroom
spending the night

thought we
would read love poems together
but here we are
turned Hansel
and Gretel

you telling me
fairy tales
reading me
my riot act
of a bedtime story

suddenly something
inside outside
in the space between us
has turned enchanted forest

a war in the pub behind
the off licence, a sequel
of sorts
     over how, blood
gets sullied and
the State gets, poisoned

and as we all stream East
directives to
destroy
   every house
where there might
be gingerbread

horror
     not to be spoken
about
  worst species of witch
next tale
to be told being
a sequel
of sorts dictating who
gets
  a cuddle, what
orphans get dumped
go full sleeping beauty on
tragic trajectory

we
   counting the beads on
your ancient
rosary

entrusted to you for
wholesome protection
by someone’s tramp, vamp
much
    misunderstood
stepmother

and now
spectres from a
haunted past rising
up
  from their graves to
propogate the sugar
sweet myth.
of a delicious future

ovens for burning cakes
on an industrial scale

stuff
   of nightmare for us
to dream upon

now that hope for something
deeply, deeply shared
             has drifted so far away


SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

so many demons, devils,
hobgoblins, djinns, zombies,
vampires, Nazis
and, monsters
              in here
out there
a whole confederacy
quite literally, symbolucally even

to count them
you will need
an abacus, a calculator,
a quantum computer

no end to
them
    and their untimely
proliferation

growing in
number, confidence,
politucal will
marching
in legion

good job
we got bombs, nissiles,
nuclear weapons
goung to need
more, far nore of them,
a geomtric progression

to deal
with this sea, this horde,
to do more, far more
a storm of mushroom clouds
no mere
scratxhing the surface

a monster problem
needing  a monster solution

the final solution
writhing in my monstrous brain
 

CAT BOX

CAT BOX

I was the cat
in Schrodinger’s equation

the old school French
nuclear physicists brutal
in assuring me
(quite wrongly) I might
not tunnel out
could not
tunnel through

and then
the 64 million dollar question
whether that decaying
radioactive isotope
definitely
had it in
for me

keen
to pull
the trigger put
me out
of superposition
see
what I would do

but when
box was opened
lid
was lifted
no dead cat, live cat,
cat
turned into
a jack-in-the-box,
but me
a fairly undistinguished person

if person
be the word
if people know these days
what constitutes
a person

beyond
the bone and muscle,
mucus and gristle, spongy
brain
that has
down to a fine art its
finely filtered
sense of
exactitude

yet stuff by the book
cannot wrap
itself
around

and so we must ask
with Beckett’s Malone where
does all
this scenery come from

and
this lucid stuff
that
leaves us
blind

dance of
possibles, probables,
and every dream of being

if you ask me
all boils down to
this
here catbox thinking

of which
I be spokesman spokeswoman
gender
neutral duly
appointed, as here testifying

MOONS

MOONS

huge eyes you have
big as moons
the kind
of moons

that outsize
their own planets
if such
a thing
were possible

if anything
between us were possible

force
of gravity, magnetic
attraction, quantum
entanglement
    playing havoc with
our detachment

forces, influences,
purveyors
of causality

plucking at my heart
strings (true
cosmic harpists)
steamrollering the
both of us
      until collapsing
into singularity

have no choice
but to embrace

huge eyes you have
big
   as moons already

HOT PIZZA

HOT PIZZA

stuff boiling over
in the microwave

a saga of a story there
in background radiation

you
    mistook at first
for chicken shit
but there
you are with that
noble Nobel gong
around your
neck

showing off
as if you were prizefighter

speaking of which you
and I
   traded enough blows
in our protracted experiment
in trying
to combine the races

brutal repertoire, need
a fencing master
speciality rapier
   to teach
us the
    more nuanced moves
and simple strategies
of thrust
and parry
    thrust and parry

honestly man to man
woman to man
      for every ruffle
in the fabric
of our repertoire
      and artful
continuity

so long story short (and
short one
long
   bedevilled by
much innuendo

here we slice and dice and
roll the base

pizza
   destined for some
serious temperatures

cooking together in synch,
in formation
       flat
surface
   to flat surface, generating
dynamism, building
connection

suddenly in such asymmetry
that climbing, climbing,
Carolina
   Reaper hot, before
you say
   caldera things
might just explode, go

rags to riches, order
to entropy

everything in our purview
given much
     ecstatic Christening
before the end of the day

stuff
    as ever, as never

boiling over in the microwave

PARALLELOGRAM

PARALLELOGRAM

there are some
(maybe one, at
a, stretch , two)
parallel realitues
where we

were lovers
and flowing out of that some
small differences,
divergences
of no real cosmic consequence

but this one is ulterior;
this one
is so so
different

this one
does not look
like our Earth
and we do not
even look
human

though
Earth and human
it well, we well,
both maybe be

and this language
we are, speaking does it have
could it
support
poetry

best thing about it though
from our currently
could not
be
nore massively involved condition

no word
for no
that
defining word

in all those parallel
alternate words
where
     our levels ran disjunct,
separate, distant

shadowing me, shadowing
that one of which
I was
     speaking

sharing
with you

this very first,
last last time