It's not me, it's you

Ayn Rand, Ayn Rand,

Made being selfish sound right grand;

Then when love turned her unhappy

To the spurner she was snappy.

Maybe lover, brother, mother

Really could require each other?

So her thinking we reloop -

See! Even fighting needs the group.

Is Freddie Dead?

“Does god exist”, the wise man said,

“Is something asked because the head

Oft-times ignores how words are wed”.

Of course god ‘is’.  This point’s not moot.

The reason’s found in logic’s root -

Existence ain’t an attribute.

Which means that just as fairy, faun,

Medussa’s eyes, the unicorn

May ‘be’, they aren’t ‘of virgin born’.

‘To be or not’ is not the task

Of what this really seeks to ask,

(For meaning lurks behind words’ mask).

It’s what is god (you've named it real) -

To answer check the contents.  Feel

Out for the proofs.  Deal or no deal?

Finding no tangible events,

The thing’s made up.  Add non to sense.

Why should this truth cause such offence?

“But you can’t know!” (Well, nor can you)

So, rather than pretend it true,

Let’s stick with what the facts can do.

These instruments may limit me,

Whilst they see further than we see -

True ‘true’ is probability.

To which of these shall we assign

A quantity of tea or wine -

This cup in hand - or that in Thine?

If sometime hence we touch Divine

With future scope, well, then that’s fine.

Until (big if) then tea’s at mine.

Is Freddie dead?  Now check his neck;

With further skill and better tech

We might then notice, “Flippin’ ‘eck”

The past dead cert., considered gone,

Is now no more than fond, “So long”,

We’d be more right (though we weren’t wrong).

If you find my rhyme confusing,

Know I find it most amusing

That these thoughts you’ve been perusing

Are not all mine, perhaps not his,

Their message told more simply is -

More sense applied won’t go amiss.

Love from Poets and Other Humans

1)

She breaks your legs to stop you falling

Cuts the cord but not this chain

Replication coiled conditional

Expression uncoiled unconditional

Primacy, primate see

Me?

2)

Bluster of budding infatuation

Drop the M, here emerged other

Stark as a red hull bobbing on a steely sea

Ways with words turn each to tropical fruit

Just landed on a bland island

Metaphors through a magnifying glass

Make mountains from molecules

Eat eternity in moments

This concentrated beam searing the sentient

Scalding next icy

Attempts to thermostatically control desire defeated

Cold showers unrequited

Fairytale to teary fail

3)

Volume of declaration

Turned love looking glass

Mirrored magnificence

Shattered realization

On reflection too much

4)

Affection swings not with the pendulum of the poet

Rather metamorphs a metronome

Giving beat to her chaotic chorus

As the tide tames the sea

Warm bath

Memorizing the amniotic

Neurotic needs to run the hot tap to boiling

Return only with a blanket (your single grand gesture)

The rest a detail of deeds

sole traders

these days it pays

to be eco

nomical (with

the truth) the ex

change value is

high (so the lie)

avoidance schemes

(for dreams) slip promis

sory notes

iou to

morrow

strange equation that trades

(minds for time) time for money

quite a balancing act

yesterday i went to the bank

asked for a quiet afternoon

with a dead philosopher

the teller smiled

handed me a leaflet on shares

perhaps she knew

i’ve always liked sharing

everything

(but company)

Anon.

For better or worse

Some volumes of verse

Were all that became

Of a man with no name

There’s more that was said

In the depths of his head

But nobody read

From the book of the dead

The disappearance of " ’ "

In the belonging and in the omission

’Tis all apostrophe

Lovers inventing pet names

Trying to bound that which is adored

For a call is a limit

Ring fences of nomenclature

And in the parcelling perhaps possession

Nine tenths

It has been said

I say this then

Is one in ten

Un-nameable

Un-boundable

Un-fathomable

Something is missed

Something slips

I give you no name

Because I cannot

You are the form behind the shadows

The pulse that sets the moment

Between the tick and the tock

No you are not

Words fail

In the beginning was the word

But there was no beginning

There are no words

Only merging

And edges melt

And names drift from us

With apostrophes

Apemantus Kiss

How you’ve become all you despise!

Now ape approval in the eyes

Of blind men.  Sinecurist Trust,

Doff cap, shine steel beneath red rust.

See old slow Baudrillard wet dream;

Behold negation, sharing scheme

Through camouflage. Like Nature’s fakes

Who hide fine faults in mass mistakes,

Guile simpered sycophantic

Smile and fawning friend with frantic

Praise.  I tell you this in hope that it

Weighs more than you may well admit.