Symphonic
poem
Piano virtuoso,
augmented triad, parallel
5ths,
On the Situation of the
Artists.
In this place, poets were
more common
than carpenters!
Guttering flame,
the light of a candle
on the sides of the tent.
Death is a celebration!
Utopian architects shape
facades of equality.
Shiny surfaces make me
wonder.
The sound of mothers
crying.
Animal families make the
grade.
How come you never went
into painting?
There’s a lot of painting.
As we get older,
we think less about death.
Memory gate-keepers. Where
does the knowledge go?
All the stories.
They are for everyone.
They end on death.
Reaction
time
Close your eyes in the digital world.
It’s become the enormous room
of the near future.
When one describes a division,
the line is not always apparent.
Experience varies with one eye open.
Houses change and animals moved
to be present in the flux.
I vote for personal mammalian growth.
Embarrassment is a calling card
that breath and avoidance
emboss and discard.
Blood wants to change my name,
but to what? If there’s anything that
stays,
it’s absence. Where should I keep that?
The best defence is no defence.
Just tell the truth.
How about that?
Something
versus something
Cinematic smoke from orange flames,
slowed down ambient hollers.
Wolf feed, earbuds, the burnt offering
lures a smoke alarm. The good news
is we found the ship, sunk deep
in a very lush rainforest. The lighting
is poor for a lab. Illuminated chrysalis
a disco containment grid.
Momma whispers to Mothra:
You’re so cool-looking, pretty, and blue.
So bioacoustic, so mandala, so
touchscreen.
The villains have arrived
and wish to wrestle.
Thus we’ll determine our favourite
monster.
Identify the frequency,
benevolent and concerned.
You are cleared to descend
into the natural order. Here’s a decoy
to lure horror away from the family.
Disguise me and sneak me
into the facility. Big heartbeat
on the speakers. Board me
on your territorial boat tour.
When you crash a bad news party,
look sharp, dress well, and pitch it high.
You are elevated to descend
and be very intimate with the guests.
I smell wood. It smells good,
especially in crisis, the cumulative
crisis,
the elaborate funeral. I am not
an expert in wisdom. In fact by nature
the smaller person. If you observe
Godzilla versus everything, you will
see that everything is not achievable.
It is fair to be angry. It creates
culture.
You are very lucky
when you don’t care
what brings you joy.
