TRANSLATION

TRANSLATION

let me
translate you
into
perfume

crush your petals
as I so do

bask
in your elixir

distill your
essence

flood my senses, let
not one
sweet scent syllable

be lost
of you

CAPTURE

CAPTURE

we kiss
we touch

we
play chess

exchange
pieces

find myself
on the back rank

licking, slurping
a hot, savoury sweet
chocolate
ripple
fudge
ice cream

distracted by
the
capture
of your Queen

WANT TO

WANT TO

want to
ice your cake

light
all its candles

be the doorman
to the throne room

guiding you into
your dream of your palace

outside
it looks like fireworks
in the star

but it is just
the stars going supernova

changing everything
making the Universe
more in keeping
with all
your loves
and likes

exactly, down to
the last ecstatic precise detail,
how you
would want it,
desire it,
need it to be

RESPECT

RESPECT

“Respect!”
ALI G

I respect the gods
but they must not
put on airs
mess
with my poetry

especially
that gorgeous hussy
Aphrodite
trying to muscle
on in
situate herself
on my knee

whilst I’m struggling
to get it
down on paper

perfect
love lyric

CONSTELLATION

CONSTELLATION

It came
as sweetest shock
to us
both

that as luck would have it
we were
such a snug fit

who would have figured, foreseen,
from whatever
angle
you
approached it

these two stars so different
distant in
the firmament

in the same
constellation.

BOOGIE NIGHT-INGALE

BOOGIE NIGHT-INGALE

“Caxtons are mechanical birds”
Craig Raine

I sent
my troubled one
a beautiful
mechanical bird

that it would
hop about her
sing seductive
cool her raging body
with its wings

fan time!

and
it gets even better
the songs I crafted
pure bird Mozart
sung by
Karen and Richard Carpenter

proved
so addictively hypnotic
that
barely a moment passed
before Morpheus dawned
and simply
summoned sleep

(not the red pill blue pill
Fishburne in sunglasses
desert
of the real Morpheus)

and me hard at work
in the sphere of dream creation

bringing everything into
deep, deep focus
(perfect
setting
for recording)

secured
by satellite link

EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING

you aren my theory
of everything

let my particles
explore
your particles

get
entangled

in every beautiful bit;
exquisite minutiae

WARP DRIVE

WARP DRIVE

you wave
at me

warping my mind
curving
space
and time

hope you realize
the nature of your power

extent
of your gravity

BLUE

BLUE

the girl of the Torah
(or perhaps
the Kabbalah)

now
is sold
on Zen

has embraced Zen spirituality
whole-heartedly

before this conversion,
long before,

I saw her dance
wearing a tight fitting leotard
colour: aquamarine

she was
sky
she was
ocean

she was
deep, deep pool

FLOORED

FLOORED

took infinite energy to
make you

speed of light the multiplier
when creation
fashioned your
beauty

every
curve

don’t need to be
an Einstein to know this

can prove the veracity of
this equation

when we get nuclear
on the floor