Keith Nunes


When to stop

In part 
the beginning
came from
somewhere nearer
to the end 
than first thought
when it began.

Nothing,
Not a thing of it
Will go so
Quick as
To know 
When to stop
From starting
Again,
Once
Again.



Thought at all

Socrates
begat
Plato
begat 
Aristotle,
With that
All thinking
Stopped,
As aside,
An afterthought,
Though,
Truncate
The verse
Make it seem
Friendly
To all
Watch
Carefully
The aside
It is here
You are put
Out
Put aside
Left longing,
A long way
Behind,
An afterthought,
If thought at all.



In the crinkle  

Dash & cash of the
Cyberpunk Neuromancer,
Them & They exit via
A crinkle in the
Savage God Amoxicillin Matrix,
Lost in Hypertext,
Scrambling between a
Fine finished line &
Draped lineage
They secure a
Cross-pollinated
Family-tree deal with
Atavastic.com, and
Begin to seriously relate


Onomatopoeia on record

Egg-head man with recordings of   
Onomatopoeia
For the children arrayed
In the seemingly ceilingless classroom,

He spins the black circle on the antwacky phonograph,
Rapping, the boy along the wall goes thump-thump-thump,
A skiddle & piddle of snowdrops and
Out goes the wild child Ted Klinkhammer,

They all love gush and flush,
A girl named Gwendolyn guffaws over flitter-twitter,
There’s a burp in the front and a slurp at the back,
Plop and plunk, and we have a hiss & a chirp & a cough,
Mumble & ping & growl, and
At the end of the lesson, all I get is a scowl

Keith Nunes (Aotearoa New Zealand) has had poetry, fiction, haiku, and visuals published around the globe. He creates ethereal manifestations as a way of communicating with the outside world.

 
 

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