FAIR PROPORTION A

FAIR PROPORTION

they bring the hybrid
to his cell
she needs to talk to him
since species-wise she
has a fair proportion
of his genetic makeup

here she is
for what it’s worth
I agreed to meet her
hard to figure out
exactly what
is human
but one must
presume
it is there

so this is it
this is in me, embodiment
of what I am
capable
   the likeness is
there but everything
about him
seems guarded, hidden
as if he instinctively realizes
all that is terrible in
his capacity
   all that
    can be wrong, go wrong,
and he did terrible wrong

she aaked to talk to him
get answers to questions
she felt she needed
answers to, for her
crucially important

so she could figure out
for herself what is them
what is us

we talk
    She is so insistent in
going over things, knowing details,
minutiae, everything
exactly

I look at him one lsst time
try to see through those eyes
(I do not have human eyes
to me they
      are untrustworthy,
thoroughly upsetting)

I want to tell.him.
he might have, ought to,
have sought forgiveness
for his crimes, these
humsn crimes

senze
    a moment– out of nowhere
of grace
and dignity

so I leave with a wish
that he finds courage and
composure at his execution

having killed so many of
my people, pure and hybrid,

so different and yet
who knows how close
in what is felt inside.

She leaves the cell. We
ask no questions. What
hopes she has, what
reassurance she found
is hers alone. We
should not enquire.













GARGANTUAN

GARGANTUAN

my room is expanding

I am expanding

everything is expanding
emptying out
taking up space

this, as I checked with my
man De Grasse Tyson

is specified by
the recipe
  
      prescription has it
                   nailed

(never using the word nail
without conjuring with the obvious)

you must check
          it is possible
if infinite time in an
              infinite universe

that you might
        have misread the message
or not
received it at all

on your lonesome out there
contracting contradictarily
or at least
      counterintuitively

heading down to a size
where subatomic gets huge
takes on
       features best
described as epic and
gargantuan

this everything notwithstanding
whatever will be
        
and so we must conclude
that right from the outset
was
   huge aspiration

room tearaway expansion
including both
        window
and door

and yet, as relayed earlier,
nothing seems to have changed,
all appears stable

world still the case in
its logical ways

as much as is deranged yet
perfectly in range

BOX SEAT

BOX SEAT

“innocents raped
with napalm fire”
      King Crimson

it is out of the box now
too big for the box
volcanic pressure

and we see it for what it is
so blunted and stunted and
yet we
     still recognize
the evil

for all that they
have drained from us
it is still unmistakable

to see it for what it is
we needed to break with you
destroy
   the peversity of all
that cultivated trust

and so
      dissonance, discordance,
stuff so
atonal
      multilayered, structure
of the labyrinth

architecture of
          mind prison scryed
through a prism

the music was out there
prophetic

        waiting for us
to catch up

FALTERED

FALTERED

his fingers faltered
that one
writing the script

and so best sibling
stepped into
replace him

but that one
not
weaned
the same

was of outlook
whole different genre

and so the dream
          disappeared, we
became awake

congratulated ourselves
on
     the end
of the fiction, red
pill reality

but it was
       embedded level
of dream
and
     move into nightmare

MAGWINA

MAGWINYA

do i want
to eat
your magwinya?

well, sugar,
pop the lot
in my mouth

hot
from the oil

and to keep
the Celcius and
Fahrenheit
seriously up there
soaring
      everywhere

let’s go to town
with seconds and chilli

crazy red pods and
green eyed demigods

seem to have come
          from the heart of
Sirius
    core of Betelgeuse

magwinya: South African fast food: deep fried dumplings eaten with a hot vegetable relish and polony