remote control

if i could mute the volume
i would
if i could adjust the balance
i would
if i could reset the settings
i would
if i could update the guide
i would
if i could switch channels
i would
if i could exit the programme
i would
if i could find the home button
i would
if i could understand life
i would

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A Short(ish) Poem (with vaguely related YouTube link and hurriedly thrown together Oliver! meme)

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does poetry homogeny
create dull monotony
like a bowl of grey gruel
or boring school rules?

if / maybe less is snore
please sir, give me more
so rich and so fruity
like juicy Luci Watusi

a high word count
or a low word count?
it doesn’t much matter
which side you’ve buttered

as long as it’s tasty
not cold lumpy gravy
but it’s time I must stop
before this all turns to slop

and I’m tempted to go on
and on and on
and on
and

I know, it could have been shorter!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/succumb/

DOPE 2017

that I could take you away from the rust
that we would never stop running
through all those blue forgotten hills
to Kentucky, Illinois, fields of corn
as far as the eye can see, Iowa, Nebraska
where the wind would help heal you

and we would hide out in Wyoming
howling with the wolves at sunset
your shaking limbs held cloaked in mine
our teeth gritted against the storm inside you
the exorcism of demon dust from your veins
until daybreak would come and take us

setting our sails across the Great Salt Lake
a white blindness scorching dark dealings
those that held you captive in their ugly grip
come on! come on! there’s no time to lose!
we cross the Divide with Shoshone guides
whilst all the time witnessing dissipation

a transfusion process from one life to another
drop by drop from raging torrent to trickle
we move on, step by step from state to state
hey look! we can lose ourselves next in Nevada
or dance with the devil in Death Valley
it doesn’t much matter

for when we reach the beach at El Capitan
we will surrender ourselves to the Pacific swell
flotsam float to Hawaii, Samoa, Fiji, Vanuatu
and wash ashore on a distant sunshine coast
where the aboriginal songline trails will lead us
on to our Dreamtime reincarnations

I know
it’s not possible
it was just a crazy idea
that I could ever take you away
that you would ever hear me whisper your name
or that anything would ever change for you

 

Believe in the World

Believe in the World

i love it when different time zones collide
and when the tide brings the sea to meet the rivers
i love the world in those fleeting moments

i love it when the writers find their stride
and when connections are made between strangers
i love the world in those passing comments

i love it when the land can healthily provide
and when the arrows of love fly from their quivers
i love the world in those giving moments

i love it when we are as one with no divide
and when decisions are made by poets and painters
i love the world in those pleading comments

i will love it more when good doesn’t need to hide
and when all evil and bad is banished forever
i will love the world more in those healing moments

The Portuguese Men of War

we packed our bags
for the coastal assault
armed with lunch
cameras
sticks and dogs
the word was out
no doubt about it
a 21st century armada
an alien beach invasion
like washed up migrants
dead but way more deadly
within a one mile stretch
their bodies strewn
all bloated blue
pink and purply
we gawped and prodded
their jelly bellies
facebooked our photos
twittered our stories
ate our lunch
and felt victorious