Tag Archives: time

AND FILE

AND FILE

imminent
immanent

who knows
cares

what these words
                       mean?

whether they circle
each other in a loop

stand in
       series

rank and file

or jostle with each other
flex their muscles

or scratch like stones
giving
           sparks

birthing
fire

DAWN

DAWN

dawn

but it is never
a true dawn is it?

always just a metaphor
for a thing that can never be

and so that border zone
between soft light
and soft darkness
must surrender

the light proclaims itself
another day, and
big deal

soon the machine warms up
sets itself the task
of fulfilling
        the mandate

day as before, as yesterday,
as every day that has ever been

ONE AND ONLY

ONE AND ONLY

imagine
you are one
moment
   naked in
the street
in Hamburg

the one before
in Strawberry Fields
with Yoko

the next
     being introduced to
Paul

the next being blown
away by a jealous soul
with a snub-
nosed special

imagine a
         world become
so non-linear

everything you are and were
revolving forever on a carousel

imagine that
    Mr Sergeant Pepper’s
one and
    only Billy Shears

OLD JOHANNESBURG

OLD JOHANNESBURG

waiting by the roadside
in old
       Johannesburg

maybe
     resurrection
will
     befall me

maybe redemption
will come my way

failing which
              perhaps

a circus or carnival will
come
     round the corner

sweep
    stubborn old ideologies
off the street

as serious joke or
perhaps just giggles

a parade of Zizeks
tumbling past me as if
Red Square
           comedy

where figures from the
Commedia del Arte
are here
       to replace tanks

look
   seriously at the world and
it suddenly goes
Toy Town

confirmation bias
on open display for
everyone to see

      fat
conspiracy here:
buses passing every few minutes
not stopping for everything
the drivers
             believe

waiting for the curtains to open

waiting for the means
transport a boardgame
           on my back

set
of lewd Cluedo
              for whomsoever might
wish
to join me

help me
to survive
life on a billiard sphere

hustling to get by
wanting to be Master
always
      a slave

waiting for the lights
to darken

have
lost the book
in which
I was made
        

****

after a
while

everything
slithers

snakes and
ladders

perhaps better to
devote time
to generating boardgames
rather than
squandering my existence
writing
    poetry or composing fiction

****

bumper to bumper stacked together
owe it to them

    to not close my eyes,
keep looking

or everything before me
will disappear

and this funeral procession
miss its target

some poor
exclusive dignitary

about to skip his rendezvous
with captivating tombstone
of proportions extreme

so much here
so mechanical

yet so many
vital nuts and bolts

****

bureaucracy
is horror

      bureaucracy
              is death

I sat with
Slavoj Zizek

through yet another sunset
telling jokes

about philosophers
telling jokes and
    the end of the Universe

(not that this necessarily
implies a causal connection)

today the lawyers
of old and new Johannesburg
are
   heading North
with a holy bone to pick.

I sat by the roadside
     play after play

oodles of
         words, scenes,
dialogue
                                even

             still in my head

ghosts of tales
still
     to be told

            (media marvels yet
to unfold)

old Johannesburg

IN CONJUNCTION

IN CONJUNCTION

perfunctory
matter-of-factual

lowest
common denominator
recurring (hexi) decimal

super-accurate
orgasm you may measure
with a micrometer
seismically

and still the longing
insatiable to rummage
through
    your toolbox

plough
through your belongings

wondering what gloss
you going to give this

what
star alignment you will find
stellar conjunction

      Oh so Mars, Venus, Mars
Mercury

perfectly planetary?

WHIFF

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
   

BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT

BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT

and now we
know that horror

the depth and extent of
its shadow

cast forward in time
for over eighty years

but time
future and past

it is all meaningless
relative

is thing of moment and instant
running forward and back

causality, karma, punishment
for those beyond time
who escape the limits
of our bound
       wisdom
                 racing
helter-
skeltet to collapse, inescapably
fast-erroding

know that shadow forward
is also
   shadow back

and your horror now
is your horror then

we see
    no sense, no logic,
but the symmetry: this is perfect