The Exchange

Her face, and,
Her eyes, her lips,
Pagan life and light and flame.

Gazing through me into her impossible beyond.
Transfixing me with those luminous jet rainbows,
In Timeless Everything.

Christ, I wondered,
Am I doing this to her?
No. She is.

Nothing else to do.
Hearken the tightrope to heaven.

Her lifeforce tripped me,
And into her light I dove.

And the morning after?
I offered to do the dishes.




* This poem subject to change as I'm having real problems with it. Sorry.

Cosmonaut Empurples With Chopstick Aerials

I eat poetry,
It tastes like paper.
Some sentimental poetry tastes like cards.
Blank poetry is good for dieting.
With haiku, you eat one,
then, inevitably, want another one an hour later.

Nonsense poetry, I drink with spoons.
And spoons, like forks, taste moose.

The Cappuccino Captains' Buzz

They're such cowards,
That's why they hide amongst their own,
Firing rockets murdering civilians,
From the rooftops of their homes..

So grab yourselves a coffee captains,
It's time to launch a couple more drones..

The Balance..

between individual liberty and collective security..

That's The Balance.

Look right look left look right again.

The Balance between individual liberty and collective security.
The security individual between collective liberty and balance.
The individual between balance security and the individual.
The and the individual
Thee and The Balance
Security of the liberty individual
Thee and Balance The between security.

Oh when I hear invocations of 
THe Balnce I flichn.

You Tube Debates

You Tube debates:
It's like watching blancmange wrestle toothpaste.
Welcome to humanity's slug-face.
Heavyweight philosophers pow-wow in the super-dimmest reaches of hyperspace.
So tag-team ringside as blancmange wrestles toothpaste.

You Tube debates:
Blancmange has issues with toothpaste.
Decide - whose side are you on:
The ones who scream cunt,
Or the scholars of the riposte ad hominum.

You Tube debates:
Read the fondue-brained-flamers sumo in the Argument Air-Guitar Corps. Superstore,
A fistful of looking-glass makes through the floor.
War is what they are fighting for.

Apparently,
Toothpaste rejects everything blancmange represents;
Subatomic nanomusings flex, gob and vent.
Goblets of giblet lobbed by hobgoblin boffins,
Doctrines of idiots fling apropos-nothings,
Empathy duct-taped, jealous ferrets stab dolphins,
Starfish are circled by screeching cyber sea starlings.

You Tube debates:
Air bags deconstruct car crashes,
The foaming worms won't eat crow,
Jihadist penguins are torpedoing the ozone layer no?

You Tube debates:
Fang mouths drip-ventilate the crayon-commmandos with invisible-forked-face;
The shafting one-eyed lambs wander the hills of their skewed Jerusalem,
Like blancmange missiles in the wind,
Like some song...

You Tube debates:
Bucking razorblade tongues suckle on their owned bon-mot demagogue's beef - 
Rampant thumbs up for the mutual hand shandies;
As their saliva in clover gushes over poisoned slipstreams..

You Tube debates:
Toothpaste or blancmange,
Whose side are you on:
The thumbs ups or the cunts or the ad hominums?

So sign your squirted jazz pro forma,
Declare whose side you are on.