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JUST AN ORANGE

JUST AN ORANGE

no mixed messages here
just
   thank you
for the sun juicy orange
you gave me

I love
orange

     and, what is more,
orange loves me

teeth, tip of tongue
and every
bit of my mouth
that can
    put it all together
to make
warm glowing orange sounds

I have prepped
brought to state
            of readiness

the better
to tantalize the giver
with every
    secret of receipt

so now
     I spin it in my hand
my tiny
orange planet

planning to eat it
as sacred mindful act
like a true
Zen master

or eat it not
    as stipulated by the sages

but like a character in
a novel
   by DH Lawrence
or one of his
utterly sensuous teasing
poems

but
    on second thoughts
my mistress of
mixed messages best

keep this
to myself

just pretend it was an orange
gratefully received,
and eaten as
was purposed

nothing more, nothing less
all that
     preceded, all that fancy talk
flowing with crazy
flavour
       dripping with suggestion

should stay
between the two of us, beloved
                                       reader

kept
    to ourselves

COLLIDE

COLLIDE

you cannot
deploy a screwdriver
to fix
the world

will set you
on a collision course
with hi-tec
cerebral
    high minded people

intellectual
salt of the Earth

nor light you turn
to instrument more organic
warmer, softer
of shape less regular
(but in the same
ball park
when it comes
to visual metaphor
and the logic of dream)

a tried and
trusted mechanism
evolved over aeons

shuttle-slide into action
same principle as self-
loading but
hopefully more
symphonic

yes
and stumbling into
sympathy, empathy
let us consider
the heart that
lies at the heart
of all these hydraulics

lies
at the heart but hopefully
speaks the truth,
       it’s truth

so much in the joy of cataclysm
pumped into the air
that doesn’t even make sense
scarcely comes
in syllables

a waste of good carbon therefore
every breath here expelled

and that is without even
bothering to consider
the happy physics
of all those mouth-centred
mechanisms
fuelling such
soft collision

loosening, tightening
the screws that hold this all
in frame
    keeps the picture
together
twenty four seven
      or frames
per second

as metaphor much needed
in the heart of the night
some
    scarcely even poetic
fit just right

CROSSING THE 180 LINE

CROSSING THE 180 LINE

did a lovely
dirty with
this citizen
of the Netherlands

on the washbasin
over the edge
of the bathtub

Spanish style and
every other nationality
style that
this
  dream lover required

and
    the cinematographer
long been hiding deep
in my unconscious

knew his
or her stuff

perfect blocking, exquisite
lighting, startling use of
zoom
    and rack focus

and since
was the finest that sweet
Amsterdam or
port city of
Rotterdam might
muster

much canted lens Dutch angle
and 360 sensurround
whilst
    never crossing
                            the one
eighty line

T (TO PERFECTION)

T (TO PERFECTION)

don’t want to see
him

have you for tea
know you
to a T

measure you
exacTly
     find you wanting
leave you
wanting

wearing my mad hatter’s hat
skyscraper top hat
am going to
invite myself to

that cream
and buns party

see how many tiny mice
get stuffed into
that teapot

until, with
absolute aplomb,
time is called on
that sad
   stale old joke

forever recurring, such
crucial, critical distance
between its
    sweeiness of promise
and hap-
   handed execution
  

RETURN

RETURN

come back Isaac
all is forgiven

don’t want no multiverse
no wave collapse
restore
my comfort zone

force and motion, quantum
probability tells
me you must return

reinstate the old classics
that were
so ball-bearing

sex that is
simple mechanics
no
this way
and that

love that cannot be
entanglement

is there in the calculus:
mass meets acceleration
(what better
golden ratio?)