AS IT DID UNFOLD
unfolded the Universe
as if it were
an origami
but on that paper
much
to my
surprise,
disappointed,
nothing to find
nothing
written
except the thought dawning that
all this time the
Universe
reading me
TETRA
they swarm like neon tetra
towards the light
or perhaps
away from it
out at six back
at seven
this is the lifestyle
that the planet
prayed for
behind
these walls, these gates
every
modern convenience
means of escape
but me
having drowned
once already
prefer the death deep
of dark indigo
down
where survival is
impossible
amongst the incredible
legions of
myth-denizens
and creatures
of infinite aptitude
biding their time
they swarm like
neon tetra, first cousins
to piranha
towards what
they believe just
has to be the light
ORIGAMI
haiku is a tiny
paper schooner
plodding down
a tiny stream
imagining everything
in the cosmos
to be
origami
a giant tsunami high
as a mountain
its ultimate cosmic
oceanic dream
REFUND
since the poetry tax
every haiku
is short a syllable
those
who never
wrote a line
queuing an eternity
waiting for
their refund
and for
those who
never learn
every epic masterpiece
of rebellion
and defiance
plunging into debt
breaking the bank
let me use
sign language
to express
what words of desire
lack the feel for
short on touch
in the sea of irony
only the humorless
drown
elect to
sink
rather than swim
ZAPIRO
it’s no paranoia
just
bad fractals
not a tad of alien malfeasance
behind those clouds
focus
won’t you
be like the Sun itself
passing through
a magnifying glass
observing
how a piece of paper
flapped in Parliament
(Parliament
of Parliaments)
might cause the wind
to howl
through streets shut down
a bad time idea
whose time is here
and now
only the anointed
wish to be
associated with it
loyal to
this final state
of secure being
iron wire and
tape spinning
nothing like it
even if your
paranoia run rampant
nothing in your
mind could be more off-beam
POLE STAR
Poles apart
and that gap
widening
though the melting
of the floes
bringing us closer.
So much
love in the air
you feel its warmth, are
suffused with care
drifting under
star clouds where
a break
in the grey
like you
are last chunk
of ice
once
a glacier, berg formidable
soon
to disappear, unable to
save a desperate bear
clinging
for dear life from
death by drowning
POLE STAR
Poles apart
and that gap
widening
though the melting
of the floes
bringing us closer.
So much
love in the air
you feel its warmth, are
suffused with care
drifting under
star clouds where
a break
in the grey
like you
are last chunk
of ice
once
a glacier, berg formidable
soon
to disappear, unable to
save a desperate bear
clinging
for dear life from
death by drowning
BY A THREAD
my poem
is running
with the wolves
running
from the dogs
poems
always seem
to end up
chased into the forest
running from the dogs
sheltering
beneath the tall trees
trees stocked
with good wood
springy, workable,
chop/chop
/chop
and there you have it
a gibbet born of craftsmanship
set to hang
unless
we cut out the middleman
let the trees themselves
do the culling, catching
chasing
me meanwhile
so desperate to
deflect
win hearts and minds
counter-persuade
them
I am repentant utterly
reborn to turn
over a new leaf
doing my best to change things
before the last line closes
leaves us
between turnstiles
frozen in limbo
hanging
by a thread, by
a single thread hanging
poems 2 die for