TICK TOCK
tik tok
stop the clock
bin what’s there
gotta stop
the new narrative
at
all costs
tik tok
anticlockwise
we got
all is
on schedule
need to
total shut up shop
those kids so misguided
will interpret
how they
will
hear
what they want
truth so disatrous, if it
spread to
entire credibility
carefully cultivated
fiction
of humanity
so tik tok
tik tok
don’t like what it’s speaking
need to
bomb scare
that ticking
take down
that clock
FIGURES
figures
were fashioned
no sooner so
than they produced
brutal beauty
an angular ballet across
a square battlefield
the mind stretched to its limit
to master
have complete power over
surrogate for war itself
and yet still the shock
and
sharp self-
recognition
in defeat
figures were fashioned
you could spend a lifetime
exploring, imagining
that entire
little universe that
accrues to them
AND CRAZED CHESS GRANDMASTERS
Nabokov, Nabokov,
there are
Lolitas in the room
and crazed
chess grand masters
who, to this very day,
gave never found themselves
in zugtwang
and
know every opening
backwards
but
the clocks are ready and
all will
commence
perhaps the greatest sequence
of sacrifices ever
to force mate
perhaps it would have been me
in an immortal game
who knows how many times
before
the move was there and
I failed to
see it
SEAT
false flag;
true
Cross
it keeps us, all
this uncertainty,
glued
to our seats
on the sofa,
in the pew
trying to go Nostradamus
eke out a precognition
based on some
over
the top rhetoric, faulty
few sound bites
but those gleaming angels
of rapture, authors
of apocalypse
keep us good and clean
above all faithful
and riveted
the poetry of the spirit
being
the absolute
of fire
when we hear their song sung
what now
but
sublimities in
surrendering
CUT AND DRIED
thing about chess
is it’s
cut
and dried
you take my bishop
I bomb
your hospital
there may be pawns down there
lying on gurneys
lurking
in tunnels
one run
through to
the perimeter
and beyond
we could be facing
a brace of Queens
vying to sacrifice for
the triumph of their King
victpry
defeat
so strategic this battle
to an altogether special
level
of native
human genius
nothing in this benighted
world
so cut and dried
QUEEN
You were
so well
camouflaged
on your square
(white on
white
or was it
black
on black?)
I thought you
were empty but
you were
full of yourself
sequin sultry and silk deadly
decidedly daggered
every inch a queen.
CLASSIC
want to see
the water
cascading
down you
in my
scruffy little
shower find
you
gone full
Botticelli
Venus
newly born
and our love,
which you proclaim Platonic
shadow-shown
on the wall of
my mouldy bathroom
though would rather that it
were enacted
comically, tragically
in the cosy comfort
of our cave
GAVE
I gave
blood
gave
money
gave
humanity
gave poetry
inspired by
a drink
made from
agave
gave gave gave
but you took
you pocketed
swallowed everything
finished the lot
shot
through my resources
like a machine that eats
you up totally
run
by artificial intelligence
they usher you
into your
world of debt
sweet electronic swindlers
connecting you instantly
to your
dream of wealth and capital
each replacing a host of humans
once the
social face
of every bank.
COTTON CANDY
you must
fight and die
for cotton candy
fight and die
for a thin processed
meat sausage
jammed
into role
you must
fight and die
to appease, suppress
our archetypal
shadow
for aeons old
collective guilt
you no longer feel
must give your life
throw it away for nothing really
for your right
to keep God for yourself
address him
in your language by the very
name you gave him
translated from a foreign,
ancient text
you do not own
and can no
longer read
but above all, hero,
it’s
for
cotton candy
ET DECORUM EST
dulce et decorum est
stupid
dullness dummkopfs
at the
Cenotaph
closer in
every apect
of brutish breath
not to Owen or
Siegfried Sassoon
but to Munchen Putsch
golden boy
with dreams of millenial
supremacist Empire
poems 2 die for