TOROJAN WOMBMEN
Toorojan Wombmen
have helmet heads
love licorice
(it is their
most guilty pleasure)
hate
allsorts
would send all allsorts
down to Poseidon’s locker
something fishy already
felt about the smell
Oh but the Achaeans
are coming
the Myrmidions are coming
loaded with logic
and rationality
their armour as
bad-bullet proof
as Blackpool rock
(so many cavities
in the fangs
you
are bearing
so much yellow enamel
in need of bleach)
HARPIES
They tug at the heat strings with state of the art wirecutters
so let us call them
“Harpies”
double envelopment
they have
broken through
both flanks
and encircled humanity
the minds they have captured
headed fod relentless torture
but this
blue bunting, red-
hot pokers
is all about mythology, about
Palladian architecture
and ancient meanings
the ocean sighing as it pulls
back from.the Dover shore
before biting further
into ths landscape
no time to
set fire to the ships we
must imagine them burning
must instruct
the plebs to
see them burning
everything so gaslit
it is plain
as day
and there
quoting disparately
in elementary Latin stands
our Caesar
sort of stands our Caesar
Oh when will
such a Caesar ever
come again?
FOR REAL
No one here
is for real
everyone
is a smiling simulacrum
a fiction of shadows
a ghost voice pleading
poverty from.beneath
the stage
trap door
as if that is not
the place they should be
writing antitheses
finding sustenace
in the darkness
Satire on Rishi Sunak’s idea everybody must do Maths at school until 18.
poem plus AI art
ON THE CARDS
my robot
took me
to the South Pole
she dialed in
a formation of doves
to strafe
me
with lore
took my
heart down
into Vesuvius
Volcano
froze me cryogenically
and sent me hurled me
into deep space
he mind ticking over
as we nudged forward at light speed
her limbs fully uncoupled
and then coupled for
infinitely greater attachment
permanent
decoupling never on the cards
FILL
poem would
not come to me
do its sure sell
soft shoe shuffle
open
a window afford
glimpse
of its tricks
said I
lacked
the appreciation
was far too driven
for anything
to
nestle, rest
fill that grievous hole
in my disposition,
cement
my understanding
these basic
words having
so much
to discover
not to
mention
(by way
of footnote) seren-
dipitously gain
PINGS
my phone
is on LSD
pings the bounds
of infinity will take forever
for the signal to return
time to
rethink unthink
this
time
to burn
THEY
they papered over the cracks
until there was only paper
the whole wall
was wallpaper
steadily depreciating
but as of now
worth a ton
but so much
focus on the paper
we were told
to forget about doors
forget about windows
forget about foundation
forget
about structure
and then
they wrapped all
our joys in
smothering, swaddling paper
killing them off
telling us
out with
the old in
with the new
and loss of our joys
pleasures and
freedoms
part of the
new beauty
wealth of
our trajectory
purpose of life reconceived for all
poems 2 die for