MONSTERS

MONSTERS

we expect
better of
our monsters

more
from them

we demand that
they be
fully
  institionalized

but there again,
demand is perhaps
too strong
a word

we wake
but we
        do not see
unfortunately

and thus cannot
but fail to notice
that we
fail
   to notice

that in the mirror
everything is
        reversed

not upside down, as
radical theory Zizeks
would have
          us overthink it

just simply reversed
take a quick squizz
on your way
               into the world

and you could be forgiven
for not thinking
     the monster is there

JUKEBOX

JUKEBOX

we had love
hard and soft love together

in my dreams
or maybe
your dream

difficult to say
how must claim authorship,
location and territory

so receptive our separate states
given you
     had been studying a
painting by Miro,
I, for my part, reading
Neruda

poetry from a time when
Communism was sexy
full of the surreal
and carnival
potential

and Professot Slavoj Zizek,
archetype of
Lacanian pessimist

was young in years, wet
behind the ears

little more to speak of
than mere
    slip of a
            Slovenian lad

Prince’s sign of the times

        song on
the jukebox before
                              we
did
   our dance