HERE!
here’s my poem
do
what you will
with it
have your wicked way with it
enquire, explore,
immerse
yourself
see what you can fathom
look for what you can find
but
what is this here
submarine-like, shark-
like
meeting you as you
submerge
moving like
a machine
dreadnaught of the deep
words
to probe you
as you sleep
COUPLED
be careful
what you
wish for
imagination
coupled
with
distance
is such
a killer
the creature of
my dreams
was
so different
strange, alluring
utterly unique and
exotic
sadly
she is
light years distant
in space
and time
her species across
the galaxy on a
distant
epic planet
however
you do spin it,
her species not having
begun to
truly evolve yet
at least in a direction
I would extremely like
LIONHEART Oh Mars Oh Venus saw Richard F surfing bonkers bongo through the quantum foam at CALTECH there is a box inside which is a box containing a cat being thought experimented by Erwin Schrodinger but Niels Bohr proclaims the only language of the atom to be poetry whilst which Richard handles every marauding Pacific great white with aplomb conjuring up the body of Aphrodite as subatomic delight (being born under Taurus, her love sign) and this this mess my pen itself insists I write down to every point of gravity every unique quark
PHOTOELECTRIC
here I am
discover myself
awash in light
playing with
your photons
each so
beady-eyed
getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic
let there be
care
how
this is done
suddenly your beauty
out
of nowhere
shatter my faith in
all that is
abstract
transcendental
saving me from
consummation
of word
deciding
on necessity
of flesh
WHIFF
it is
incumbent upon us
and so
I pamper you
enter you
desperate
(clock ticking)
to forge
a synthesis
little gnome
my metronome
need to fit togegher
(no perfect dovetail
can go
rough
cut
every art every act
evert entry
has a
twist of the old
experimental
can
start a new life
knock uo a shop, whole
new industry
bang together
entire
new universe
refurbish, replenish
dissolve into
AI where
inevitably necessary
removing stains
going through the gears
would not say religiously
unless some Rumi Sufi stuff
mindset
where time just run out
and could not give a whiff
SYNCH
“there is no try”
Yoda, The Empire
Strikes Back
should try to
hammer it into
my head
not to worry
what you think
take this
as it is
me
as I am
this my style, that
your style
maybe here’s where
they can
blend
dance in
synch
do much more
than co-exist
SHUFFLE
poem
could love
but poem
is scar tissue
contagious
in the extreme
it shuffles up
brushes against me
ruffles reality
pretends to a
slick wisdom
passes on things
you would not believe
except
you are a reader
and so you do
SHOULD YOU
free spirit
free ranging
you juggled jiggled yourself
into a special space
eye of the needle
and yes
there untold riches
should you
break with conformity
shatter
convention
and yet
squeeze through
SHOW ‘N TELL
show me
your love
don’t
tell
correction!
after a week of
show
24/7
words
have been earned
will
enshrine, augment
then you can tell;
then we can tell
enthral each other forever
Ooooo in
the way we
tell, tell, tell
poems 2 die for