DESERVING OF THE WORST
evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me
and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil
watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be
DESERVING OF THE WORST
evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me
and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil
watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be
DESERVING OF THE WORST
evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me
and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil
watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be
IN STYLE
well
Mr Pulitzer
find it a surprise
to find you so
forthcoming
declare nakedly
truth is not one
of your virtues
for what good
is truth
if it do
not help the cause
feed the tribe
who need you
to step up
to the plate
put
your credibility
on line
add your special
award winning gloss
to the vicious lie
your reputation
such that
facts are
irrelevant
and with a tale this
lurid can really
run with it
nothing quite stokes
demand for vengeance
like the most
outrageous, vicious lie
so well
concocted
the rest
is immaterial
supreme triumph
of the right of style
BY DESIGN
I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive
and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky
we find
we love it in this
alien ocean
together we flow
forgetful of time and
smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.
TOSH
I wrote a poem
in which Christopher
Columbus
steps ashore
and is
captured
by a reggae band
sent back to Spain
to convert the Catholic
Churcb
to the wisdom
of Jah
and Charles Bukowski
Jim Morrison, Jimi
Hendrix and
the Doors
managed to slip aboard
strangely, their
preferred destination
was the siave port
of Liverpool
TIMELINE
Christopher
in this timeline
never makes it
to the New World
his ships got stopped
in their tracks
by metal flying machines
with stars on the wings
and the power
to sink his
every ship
in half a second
huge metal boats
surfaced from under
the water
which appeared to
have a few aboard who
could speak Spanish
or Italian
who told him
in no uncertain terms
to return whence he came
there, upon his arrival in Cadiz,
no one would believe
his story
and even under torture
the Inquisition in Madrid
could not extract
a plausible account
and, thus, in these
grave circumstances
determined he must be silenced
the thought of such
an advanced civilization
across the Atlantic
would shake
the Church to its core
and threaten the sovereignty
of every European nation.
FROM THE MOMENT
from the moment
Christopher set eyes
upon the New World
he was plagued.
by double vision
a world not
the world he had remembered
not the world he had anticpated
it shifted
in and out of recognition
something so exceptional
about this place
whispering voice of
the Great Spirit, invincible towers,
swathes of wheat
light and darkness, darkness
inside the
light
suddenly Europe a land forgotten
the tired and huddled masses
Christopher scanning
the Eastern horizon
wondering,
stocks and shares
permitting
how many leagues their
ships lag behind
DITHYRAMB
god of the sky
god of the soil
dismembered god
reborn in the fire
your gifts:
tragedy, ecstasy,
drunkenness
curses and blessings
set our triumphs
our limitations
energy
that electrifies
energy that
destroys
you ask us to revere you
then destroy us for
doing so your song
sweet dithyramb
capturing the balance of
all our
equivalences
our dialectic
of extremes
all our pain, intensity,
destruction and desire
AND BUTTER
you butter
your bread
with genocide
got genocide
sizzling
on the stove
take it with
milk and three sugars
the taste
to sweeten
swing your fat arse
into the studio
there to pontificate
argue
the toss
(toss
the argue)
that genocide, by
very definition,
ia a crime
against humanity
that can never
be said to exist
poems 2 die for