OFF-SCREEN
your monologue
was so bad
it had to be delivered
off screen
(they couldn’r
cant the camera
to get
a steep
enough
Dutch angle
equally your
plans, designs and
power plays are so
monstrously
devious
they have to take place
behind the scenes
and such a spin put
on them
the world, our planet
might just threaten
to violate
its orbit
which you would claim
is worth it
given the diabolical evil
you are determined to hide
DOWN
in the defence
of the truth
people can rise
be inspired
to moments
of courage
actions
of extreme
bravery
in defence of the lie
a person with
power
can destroy
every truth-teller,
bring the world
crashing down
BACK
back you are
to tell all
you who
found yourself’
privy to the soul’s
panorama
found yourself
presented
with such
establishing shots
so beautiful
so terrible
tracking shot through
the gates of Heaven
gates
of Hell
divulging the ground zero
truth of the latter
whole horrific spectacle
way beyond language
leave us wondering
what we
could have done
to possibly
deserve this
forgetting
how the world works
how it is
what it is, no
end
to the suffering
MY CASE
sick in bed
2000lb building buster
fell on my head
out of nowhere
the papers passive voicing
the issue of agency
saying that
my skull thick
as concrete
no sign
of a brain
no doctor willing
to tend to me
there is not the
bedside manner
in the whole
of Christendom
willing and
able to
deal
with my case
ON EVEREST
thanks to
the traffic jam
on Everest
the road
to the summit
has
been closed
meanwhile
further to the Northeast
in landscape
unrecognisable
I sit at base camp
freezing to death
hoping to
catch a lift
to the world’s
second
top spot
to arrive
in good time
for my
great
debate with
the gods of snow,
death
and ice
who dwell
on the
highest
point
of K2
SIGN
I want to take you
on a bed
of wine coloured
roses
my lips wanting your
brown skin
beneath them
for all of
human time
and though
I have not yet
found you
and still have
to persuade you
to commit
to this enterprise
an enterprise in which
we die and die and die
forever and ever
constantly rising
constantly reborn
for which the shade of deep burgundy of
these flowers
has become
of
this desire and
would be passion
its
eloquent sign.
THIS SPACE
found
or otherwise
you have no footage
of me writing, whole
creative process
you just have to
go with face value
take on trust
seems that no bot
wrote this
you think
as levels are
discovered;
let themselves
get uncovered
before, in
coming to
a reading,
you edit and
manipulate
impose
and frame
according to
best-
guess narrative
supreme
authority
over all
located in
this space
poems 2 die for