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What Else Is There But Love?

What else is there but love?

Stripped back, we are bare

& vulnerable,

just a basic force

in a complex being.

Pull apart all the years –

all the thoughts & transformations –

& we are left as we are,

nothing but

.         a birth,

        a death,

.         & the loves in between.

 


A version of this poem first published as But love? in Pash Capsule, 25 December, 2012

Words

∃volution of a Kind

how do we rule?

.           in words derived from Latin?

whispers from a dead tongue?

 

rolling with the punches

crippled by the lunches

feasts of fat men

suffering in splendour

priding themselves

on their wheels

and dreaming their

machinery dreams

but still

.           just desperate apes

.                       trying to escape

 


A version of this poem was first published in Verity La, 12 June, 2012

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017

 

 

Words

pill popping

the dr. prescribes the latest pills

– one in the morning

– one at night

good for the heart

           age deflates

the balloon of youth

& immortality

 

I used to take my pills

from bathroom doctors,

prescriptions for

psychedelic meditation,

but now the doc says –

you’ve mapped the road

of excess, now

I pronounce you

heaven & hell,

you may kiss the ride,

the white rabbit done died.

 

now the CT map says you are here

blood thinners & α-blockers,

taken with a glass of water

           & a grain of salt.


Published in Rabbit Poetry Journal, Issue 4, May 2012

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017

Words

Make Love, Not Warhol

time-subject-film-light

Inspired by Ric Burns’ Andy Warhol: A Documentary Film.

 

The phonies are taking over,

the Jesus t-shirts

& ketchup stains.

 

Do you want me to tell you

who Andy was?

A mirror holder?

 

You move to the edge

& declare it the centre.

But now we throw hammers

at our reflections,

shattering silver thoughts.

 

Now the centre has been

cemented & secured –

trapped in a kaleidoscope

of commercial migraines,

the neon swirling like

an acid breast milk shake.

 

I’d film you sleeping

but that is now just

life / work / everyday.

 

If we slow 24 to 16

frames per second and

take time to

see like a child?

 

Do you remember when

movies used to amaze?

*time – subject – film – light*

 


Published in Rabbit Poetry Journal, Issue 4, May 2012

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017