DIGITAL

DIGITAL

I remember that day
poetry
went digital

set itself up
somewhere just
beneath the stratosphere
up in the cloud

and now we type away
furiously fighting
for electronic immortality

unless at some precise
moment of
    union
and synthesis

the rainbow of those words
filling the entire atmosphere

engineer an accord, a harmony,
never
    before imagined
on this fractious ground.

APART

APART
(for Gary Stevenson)

let’s play chess
or set each other
some mathematical problems

take a logical approach
whilst the world falls
to pieces
billions of pieces

some of the pieces
truth be told, however,
now having
accumulated a
most gigantic size

perhaps we might
consider them in
their own right planets

greater
by far, than
our own little
Earth that just broke apart

REVIEW

REVIEW

REVIEW

thanks for
your mixed review
of my introductory chapter
to our new
book on poetry
and sociology

life is in essence
a sociological experiment
and, however you
slice and dice it,
the individual is
a latterday
construct, the group
social fabric and
the polis

all
of these come first

for what is poet if purely
individual? what
good
is that voice
if talking to himself?

better the poet stick with the group, receive those
accolades at
the great Nobel podium

or
chosing
ill-advised in
choice of path

wind up wrong side
of the arm of law
and social
power

stuck in internment
or asylum itself