GOSPEL

GOSPEL

gospel be
someone will find me

piece it all together
with metaphysical sellotape

some words here
proferring their services
as hooks
to hang things on

put you in the fabled position
to decide if it
is not
without value
perhaps worth saving

keywords here
      in abundance
(but there again,
etymologically, what
is
   a “bun dance”)

sounds erotic
he said
     little fellow entirely
who speaks in my head

so much we
might call outerspace in
its ethical nexus

sun rising
    wrong way round

something way way off
beam
  on the horizon

the pages
fading (you thought
that stored
in your heart
your
   digitized brain
they would
last all eternity
.hallmark

of a stupid
utterly dominant species
to get things
wrong
   again and again

every thinker first
name Karl
      harping on that thesis

POINT BLANK

POINT BLANK

Oh Mr Point Blank
I see I have a brand new
archetype
    from lover and
magician
suddenly am
become
    crone

hunched, crippled
in body whilst
the mind grows sharp
as a scythe
brutally clearer

seeing our nemesis
exactly
    long before it is
here

how by the twisted
logic of our being
what
    it needs destroy

how
it unfolds.

OLD SCHOOL

OLD SCHOOL

I am
just that another
brick in the wall
that flew through
your car window

suffering at the school
where they taught wrong
physics
    indoctrinated us with
false history

yep
school in apartheid South Africa
thing devised to
grab you by
the balls and
squeeze until you believed

all those teachers dead now
looking down from
supremacist Heaven so
horribly stressed
   their wings losing
all their feathers

or just
turning eternally in their graves
.

EMILY

EMILY
(a Dickinson/Leone mashup)

she good

she bad

and she
way beyond Tuco Ramirez ugly
(very
      definition of Nietzsche’s
           sense of beyond)

she the three –
way duel, three
pistoleros, shadows
one
       self

the civil war graveyard
extreme longshot
close up
             zoom

Mexican
stand-off of all time

DARK SIDE

DARK SIDE

“You have no idea
of the power of the
dark side.” Star Wars,
Episode V  The Empire
Strikes Back.”

Garside
dark side

my sleek black
serpentine muse
surfacing with a list
of devilish assignations
from
   deep beneath the pithead

me paying in blood for
these limited skills (can
barely call
them art)

but today a difference:
wraps me up, hauls
me off
   takes me deep
down in that elevator
sheer
   demon deep

leveling out there
whar she blows

other uses for these fingers
back-up dexterities

learn to
probe shadow, uncouple
                           shackles

take on board so much
blistering anger raging
irreverence
       
raving               raging
words
           ruins
runes
spreading  chaos
across the page
.
stooping to levels
below the unthinkable

damned
to write horrors, delights,
infinite beyond
the gurgling sounds
a throat might make, doomed
damned
         blessed

infinitely so
for all time
     

FIRE

FIRE

I am fire
born just
  shy of fire

when fire comes
to swallow

I am
now you see me
now you
fail to see me

stick turned
to embers

very
fast food

and your lips
bathed in capsicum
hellfire delicious
beyond
  imagining

stoked
fired up
to hire and fire
your shit together
locked
      and loaded

raring to go
round in the chamber

DUD

DUD

I sent you
my poetry

my book
         
           of
failures

every single poem
a failure in significance
coming nowhere
near saying
what
     I set out to say

wanted
to achieve

everypoem
a dud
     by a mile, by
a hair’s breadth

thinking of your hair
all your
     hair not

too
coy here

every poem a mission
a reach

question asked
      connection begged

exquisitely
            sometimes here perhaps

where not
accomplishment entirely.

CURVED (TOGETHER)

CURVED (TOGETHER)

chaos dawned
fractals like schools
of forever spawning fish
did
   abound

and with them
      as summoned

Aphrodite
      that absolute beauty
born of monstrosity

was born
(if birth is a word that at all
befits
        her genesis)

time stretching
space stretching  stretching together as
        interlaced reality

everything stretching to
accomodate
run
with that pattern

and with Aphrodite
the universe really curved. with but
    a single goddess glance
stone, rock,
sand
     came alive,  sure antithesis
to Medusa

she and me riding that wave tracking
    that curved ball

roving
   through left field (the grass
grown too tall for baseball)

moving all the
time
     desire and its object
gold and
    base metal chasing each other
ad infinitum Achilles
and tortoise
       mortal and
               divine
sacred and profane moving together