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INHERIT THE EARTH

APHRODITE POEMS

INHERIT THE EARTH
.
day blaring rock
cool jazz

night universally
reserved for
rhythm and blues

and would that
not be old Orpheus
picking, plucking at strings

master of the fretboard can
make Rickenbackers roar
Tele-Stratocasters sing
so that all
   beauty-smitten stay
for the duration
trapped
  in that chord-sequence
.
and she
whose memory so jars me
following me
   from the underworld but
how faithlessly
I turned
.
so arrogant to assume
that time
    my be conquered, distance
a thing
  to laugh at

freeze – framed, an
ice
  sculpture

Aphrodite’s Adonis as
disaster made plain

DOUBTLESS

DOUBTLESS

whirring, purring
no doubt a sign of sentient being
or whatever

doubtless
    the work of demon deceiver
in chief

world where the marionette speaks
invites
   you to download
welcomes to a world of pleasure

no world
of poetry, poem
and this scratchy little
voice of itself

gives not a fig
for your hidden of needs
most secret desires

ITSELF


ITSELF

she gambolled alongside
me she did once
that Aphrodite

escorting me to
that class on stylistics
backside of Devil’s Peak
University
    given by Doctor Austere

who knew him stuff
pretty much like
none before
      or since, save
perhaps TS. or
Plato

and since I could not
resist the compulsion
to ask some fool
question
   espied me at that
young moment

lolling in the arms
of goddess beauty itself

THAT CAT


THAT CAT

they all died
all
  are alive

that cat
in the hat in the box always finds itself emerging
forever doomed to
survive

sick to the death at
the, possibility
of this terrible solipsism

having to better believe
it’s a fantastic layer cake
of endless simulation 

nudge me
   if you have a question, feel
you’ve stumbled
upon the meaning

I may not be deceased just
unable to sleep

POSTSCRIPT

POSTSCRIPT

footnote
postscrip

let me whisper to you
the request I made
to the Moon
to simply erase me

easy it is
   to scheme a Hell
for consciousness, one
that will certainly work, do
a good job

as you see me here nicely dissected
set out as
shards
    broken into pieces

by the time you stagger
onto the scene
to salvage
     what you can

not a trace, not a trace,
last thought I had
record
   of that place

my books
fighting their own little
almighty war against
the persistence
of dust

perhaps you might shut
that one lying
upside down on the bed

so much in there
perhaps of interest
           presenting some
doorway
calling you to
the window

can add to the memory of
bittersweet memories of
the best memes
of humanity

as adjusted, edited,
presented
     themed in major
or minor key

if you had bothered to read,
scan, copy,
scatter
    surmise
    
if you had bothered
                 felt the need

OFT TIMES TIGER

OFT TIMES TIGER

oft
I just have to
for my sacred sanity
to open its age

let my inner tiger
take me out for a walk

unsheathe its claws
a la William Blake

roar down the footpath
looking for like souls
boundless Emily Dickinson
full-on Rimbaud

surging out the woods licensed
to do certain delicious damage

and then
sated, wrapped,

ghosting back way it came
back to the threshold
tall grass again

IN THE FLESH

IN THE FLESH

here’s a feast
for the ages, for your fingere,
for your life, for
all times
for
your heart and soul

in the flesh
carved from
the bone my dear
carnivours
where all is sweetest

some thing left
for you to pick at
that is quite outrageous

panopolies of cauldrons
spawning
   much smoke
and music

Hell crazy indeed
these mountain landscapes of food

full sausage processes
meet off-cuts of Heaven
meaning
   all you can eat

but where
would carnival be
without its underworld

the darker whose secrets
liberation
     the sweeter
the taste
(and as much vice versa
as you are
willing
   to hear    as much
outright contradiction
as you came for today)
.
harvest, autumn
seeds and leaves
         all is in cycle
all
   rise
    must fall

precarious all this plunder that
speaks words
of wonder

whips up
pudding praise, storm
salad of words

buffet
  smorgasbord
       release
your inner Viking
dormant marauder

still spinning
     what gives, is this
not
  eternal engine simply
              infinite machine?

those modernists of yore
clattering away, force-
feeding
   their typewriters

fry
  what is
deep frozen (deep
fry, twice
the ice fry in batter)

prove
food for thought as to
how revolutionary
one can be

meat of an idea full
of succulent goodness something
paid the price for

off cuts and fillet
what nestles close to
the heart
   attached to
the bone

a sea of food rendered
an ocean of flavour

all that is sweet bitter sour
full savoury indeed

all in the garnish, style
of the spices

the street in your food
pushed to its class
limit
   stretched to
haute cuisine

feel it
in your marrow as you
ride the wild rides
eat
   the squid
counter the octopus

take
a last bite

   drink your last sip

time left to cure and

let
  the stew brew

the rich liqueurs percolate

here’s a feast
to

    sink your teeth into

WHEREVER WE GO

WHEREVER WE GO

never done it
with another snake

by wbich
I mean snake person
person born
in the year
of the snake

the surprise
of our bodies
fitting exactly
the coils of our
twinned souls
intertwined

finishing each others’ sentences
Before they end
half way through
before
   they even started

so same-same locked in
slithery sensual immortal combat

elapid, viper, rattler, ambush predator,
neuro hemo exery kind of
cocktail of venoms
to soothe, kill
in microseconds
     straighten out
where not python, anaconda
boa constrictor

so dovetail, stovepipe fit its
boring

so much hiss talk
      best footloose, foot sure,
rootless footnotes
to Plato

snakelets, snakelings such
an otherwise joy in the making
unless
   for this world just too
way too intense

curse of the snake  being one
to the core
    same cosmic signature
whatever do
   wherever we go

losing out in this time of bondings
     bindings self-
reflection

never
     made it with a snake of my
species opposite
of my gender

any which way how before