Pushcart Prize Nominee
Ctl X, Ctl V
Here’s punk, rock, rolled to anarchy,
a collage zine beyond your norm -
bipolar swings and roundabouts,
lines overstepped in monochrome.
From underground to overland,
sourced adolescent shakiness,
dissatisfied with growing up
into premould, presetted shape,
outside the box - beyond the pale -
four horsemen of apocalypse.
Let serendipity be rule,
the fall of things, chance visited,
and find the shadowlands beneath
the expectations, board bard bored;
they talk of light from upper left,
event horizons, curvature
of space time in continuum,
where strictures prompt to disobey.
So cut and paste your poetry,
find typewriter with monkey play,
dyslexia write reading way
and feed as alphabetti soup -
confuse with hex broomstick brigade,
to lunge in mystery of swamp,
discover wraiths in Elmo’s fire.
With logic banned and perchance flail,
try verse both blank, free, recipe,
words insufficient parallels -
unsuited our cosmology,
unbalance form - my Parkinson’s.
Conflicts, raging, every turn.
JHWH wars on ٱللَّٰهُ أَكْبَرُ -
Without the morse to save our souls,
a dot or dash can kill a child,
both binary and Unicode,
as unclear trans old ♀♂.
Decode encrypt our only hope,
NATO phonetic alphabet,
where juliett meets alfa male -
and ˈælfəbɪt sounds off again -
told printers watched their p’s ⅋ q’s,
both eroteme and ampersand.
Precision aim has had its say.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over 200 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including The Parliament Literary Journal, printed journal and anthologies.