ON THE MONEY
let us
bulletproof
this poem together
watch
human evil
just
bounce off
force field it
independence day
extraterrestrial
make it
an instant remake
a 2.0
make it
my most marketable,
marketable as
anything of
military purpose
and manufacture
the one
to make my fortune, on
the money,
one you will pay
good money for
PARTICLE
they looking
for the God particle
me, I’m also
looking for
the God
particle
they
being quantum
physicists,
quantum
machines,
using smashers, accelerators
and colliders
me
on a totally
different tack, deploying
my five felines
still looking,
being very particular about this
DEMISE
the sky
looked tie-dyed
but otherwise
communicating with us
as if
fulminating
from a pulpit
lashing us for
our climate sins
with downpour
after downpour
as for
books and other
things of presumed value
getting washed away
what
good are they, what
role can
they play
in
such an era?
this
end of days
deluge
drenching my books
turning them to mush
laughing at our faith
in the protection
of roofs, walls
and ceilings
what good is communication
when moving
in one direction
so
flagrantly
one-sided
closing our
account finally
balancing all
in the
debt column with
ruthless denise
A. K. A. LEAKS
there is a leak
have to sort out
need to get fixed
I know is about leaks
not enough
anybody, everybody,
needs to know
but enough, I think
to know that
what we have here
is probably leaking
all over the place
despite
assurances to
the contrary
threats
to shoot the message
and then the messenger
to prove
there are consequences,
a. k. a. leaks
CHILDREN
children
become demons
once the have
been obliterated
bits of bombed kids
do not spontaneously
on the road
to Heaven
only victors
not victims
are deserving
of salvation
only killers
are exalted in
the highest
pure
in the viciousness
of theit immortal souls
PLAN
This poem
is going
according
to plan
that is the
best
worst
thing about it
according to
the precise terms
of reference
herein revised.
RELEASE
The cruel symbolism
in your heads
locked in there
nut and bolted
how did it arrive,
get past the gatekeepers
will it
ever
leave
or hang around, parasitic,
feeding off shreds
of all
that is
good (potentially
at least
longing for the day when
it all
gets
vindicated
no escape
no release
DEPENDS
mansion is
mountain
high
above base camp
high
above
anything
mountain
of responsibility
a whole
community
an economy
the very image
of the architecture
of division and
hierarchy
upon which
it all depends
bread
and butter depends
about which
I am alertly aware
a poem being
a ledger, a cashbook,
a financial transaction
to choose
to write one
you have to worry
where
the next one
will be coming from
where it
all comes from
where you are
going to find them
all those symbols, those
words
anxiety of
supply and demand
AND IT ISN’T EVEN CLOSE
once you see this
cannot unsee it
not a thing
you might elide
simply glide by
leaving you wishing
you never
witness this
again
leave you
wanting more
sure, you may
forget, tell yourself
you forgot, to forget
but
it is always there
the suspicion remains
see saw seen unseen
never
crossed your
mind
messing with you
on and off,
all the time
like nothing hitherto met
previously encounter
and
it isn’t even close
BE ADVISED
be advised
that in the extremely
barely (jacking
up the adverbs
here for
satirical purposes) event
of loss of fuselage pressure
no oxygen masks
will drop
down or spring out
from anywhere
so suck it in
hold your breath, try
not to breathe
or strangelet
let loose leading
to total collapse
of the atmosphere
or catastrophic
overnight magnetic field
reversal
or immediate
climate change aberration
or caldera magma explosion
being a poet, a writer,
I have not the faintest
idea what can
be done to avert
disaster, reverse
damage
or otherwise somehow
mitigate above-
referenced impending
extinction level event
on remedial action
any and all possibilities
just draw a blank
now
given that we all knew
from archeology, paleontology,
climatology, geography
that one
or all of the above
with the critical assistance
we have given
were
quite obviously
bound to happen
be advised
that regarding
safeguarding the continued
existence, long
term survival of
this our species
preventing the fucking
occurence, ensuring it
could not happen
in
the first place
I happen to have
the odd
few
radical proposals,
legitimate ideas
could not happen
poems 2 die for