POSTSCRIPT

POSTSCRIPT

footnote
postscrip

let me whisper to you
the request I made
to the Moon
to simply erase me

easy it is
   to scheme a Hell
for consciousness, one
that will certainly work, do
a good job

as you see me here nicely dissected
set out as
shards
    broken into pieces

by the time you stagger
onto the scene
to salvage
     what you can

not a trace, not a trace,
last thought I had
record
   of that place

my books
fighting their own little
almighty war against
the persistence
of dust

perhaps you might shut
that one lying
upside down on the bed

so much in there
perhaps of interest
           presenting some
doorway
calling you to
the window

can add to the memory of
bittersweet memories of
the best memes
of humanity

as adjusted, edited,
presented
     themed in major
or minor key

if you had bothered to read,
scan, copy,
scatter
    surmise
    
if you had bothered
                 felt the need

AND THE VERY IDEA OF FAST FOOD

AND VERY IDEA OF FAST FOOD

wake up
it’s dreamtime

the pot
is boiling over

blitzed it with
every conceivable ingredient

threw the kitchen
sink in

everything
under the Sun and
from outside this galaxy

Macbeth’s wicked sisters
never had the pleasure
of stirring such
a concoction

seeing the fruit of
their bizarre labour
come to
fruition

and terrifying death
in all sublimity
of
concept of
breaking
the heart of
the code
and
very idea of fast food

LEO B

LEO B (for B.C.)

I can’t be sure,
but I believe that this
poem might not
have been
what you had in mind

when you asked me way
back then “to come
and look
after you”

whilst he who relayed
the request
would be a month
away amongst
the ladies of Spain

I’m not sure if a poem, this poem,
is what you would
have wanted at all

but sensing innuendo
I felt I just
had to decline your
gracious offer
face your lioness wrath
when I told you this
short and sweet
over the phone

short
and sweet

sweet
and short

since I did no comfort
caring back then
I have no idea
what
you think

how
you read this

what shared, interlocked, idea we have
of a poem

and how it is written, delivered
and read

how both parties in
the creation together
forge its
meaning

of what is here
a poem
might have been
a novel

gorgeous entwined narrative
we lived to regret
then revelled in.
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LEFT TO SAY


LEFT TO SAY

since she
is
   goddess,
divine

it would have to be
mortal Adonis
to make the sacrifice
to tell their story

get
  those beautiful,
painful words
upon the page

and there it was, their
love saga
     captured forever
magnificent creation

and there Adonis lying
finally in the arms of grieving          Aphrodite

mission accomplished, nothing
more for him left to achieve
nothing more
        left to say

INSCRIPTION

INSCRIPTION

I have copies
occur
   in many different forms

have more than three
                       dimensions

I write write write write
if only to prove
that I myself
am an inscription

catch my drift
get my gist
go with my flow

              even as
a greater flow, deeper drift
quintessential gist
                      is what
life
    has me follow
     dictates here

this is what I grasp
all that I have grasped
           from that recitation

practically everything I need
to write, and learn, and be.