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Thank you
members of Congress
for helping us achieve
what you were
voted in for
what we all so much
wanted to see
you have done your duty
helped us create the great
America we hitherto
could only dream of
a state so
safe and secure, which
could not be more decisive,
powerful protected
we cherish your devotion
without you we would
have been
unable to
achieve this
an armoured convoy
of militarized police
will do the honour
of escorting you home.
SILKY
regular/Cum Laude
no one ever received a doctorate
for discovering their humanity
got
their Ph.D (still less) for
acting human at all
but Silky, amongst all felines,
is there
at highest of higher
degree levels
their Socrates, their Einstein,
out-thinking his paw-peers
running
rings around me daily
PROVE ITSELF TO BE
inspire me
write me a poem
where each line travels forever
journeys through the abyss
finds the light
and when you find the light
bring me back a tiny gleam
a small sprinkling
nothing Betelgeuse, nothing
Aztec
nothing spotlight on
the stage, searchlight at
Belsen-Belsen
but fairy tale forests you
can do me too
but no
Hansel & Gretel house, nor
immaculate little for
Kamp Kommandant
and his spouse
and their
endearing toddler
inspire with great epic tales
with which I can regale
aforementioned
toddler
that he might become
even after this horrible,
treacherous start,
truly
incandescent, fellow
with an unfathomably deep
humanity
redeem the world through
the seeming impossibility
of his own redemption
hard to quantify, even venture
an estimate
as how crucial to
our salvation,
beyond inspirational such
a turn for the better
could, when the final
reports are
in
prove itself to be
CRAZY WEATHER
We exchange our meticulous observations about the weather
backed up by graphs and pie charts
every kind of graphic to
capture the statistical truth
we are trying to relay
hard
to stick with the established
conversational protocols and
explanatory paradigms
when,
as we were just saying,
every caldera blew, and
the resultant tsunamis
reshaped the lie of the land, leaving
existing maps invalid
and
the human life experience
somewhat changed.
CORRECTION
correction, you
were
a political animal
but
something happened
are one
no longer
which is
for the best, perhaps,
since
it marks in you, in
all of us
a decline from
our old
humanity
less
like a tragedy
more just atrophy
put simply,
this is all I have left
to say on this score
OR CONVERSELY, IF HOMER HAD
WRITTEN DONALD TRUMP
Sorry to say,
your text, though
possibly exceeding all
expectations
could not ascend to
the the whiter than reality
of driven snow
let him
be insufferable, insist
on correction, extractions
with a sharpie
(thing he wields as if
Achilles’ great spear)
meanwhile the critics
seem majorly underwhelmed
by what
the script has
shown them
believe Aesop, Aristophanes
might have contrived
a more believable plot.
meanwhile the great sagas
of your contributions
at Troy
are filtering through,
crossing the seas
to spite
Poseidon
of your
great fraternal connection
and military alliance
with the Cyclops
Polyphemus
your insistence
that the horse of infiltration
be
aircraft-
carriet large
already whispers of
these epic
achievements
reaching
the ears of young Penelope
(in our
rendition old
enough to
be your daughter)
every day
down
at the harbour
here in Ithaca
dreaming of, longing for,
dreading
your return
making her sacrifices
to Aphrodite
has a (had to have a)
secret life she daren’t (under
any circumstances)
tell you about.
SINGULARITY
stand behind me
step
inside me
presto before what trails
across the page
becomes
more than
just mushy
along the edges
you
and your colliders
it is the dream to
quantify
every dark particle
prove
every hypothetical
to be wired
and grounded
but when
you speak their truth
you sound
so fabulous, not
making any
concrete sense
(terrify
that every new coinage
might sprout
a singularity)
PROXIMA
I am about to start crawling
to the nearest star
will be
a trillion years older than you
thanks to
time dilation
returning to a world
a Universe that no longer exists
out there in the whatever
orbiting forever
having
evolved to survive
the lack of everything
now
there is no human warmth
no human cold.
ICE AGE
need just a sprinkling
of tactical nukes
to restore
the balance
once in our favour
pop a
couple off
one,
two,
perhaps three:
instant, drive-through victory,
no fear of nuclear winter
those
being nuked
proving themselves rational
enough to keep
everything
within bounds
and yet
the spectre of this
alone
enough to get me
to freeze over
the blood in my body
every thought in my brain
frozen block solid
going
new Ice Age.
WITNESS
Got a Hail Mary
thrown
at me from the depths
of deep space
on a clearer trajectory than
Oumuamua or Atlas 3I
my fingers grown too fumbling
to ever again
play
wide receiver
contest-catch stuff from the stars
here in the red zone
as I might well
have before
steeling myself for the reception
of whatever terrible truth
I guess
hereby
singled out to bear human
witness too, unashamedly
share
before the opportunity
be lost
forever
to move
on that message
however
impossible the translation
despite
whatever be
broken
threaten
to get
knocked out of my hands
slip through my fingers
drop to
the floor
dash
any hope of repair.
poems 2 die for