AI art included – Page 14 – poems 2 die for

HOLE

BURN

BURN

life is not
margarine

spread liberally itself
across crisp, crusty
oven-
fresh bread
yellow golden

no
life is that
which sticks and
burns

rips off your charred skin
falling from Heaven
like napalm,
white phosphorous
or those cluster
people killers
that break into toy-size
teeny-tiny

run like Cristiano
fast and zig-
zag as
you can
across the entire Nou Camp
a bomblet
will find you

mind body problem
nothing in the body
the mind
has not figured, over-
thought
how to how to
horrendously kill

but the Sun continues
for millions of years
this avatar of hierarchy
will
seem so god-
like, be
forever shining

until
like us

it get old, fat and greedy
swallow
the Earth entirely

desperate for survival;
new stuff to burn

YOU

YOU

you, whom I love,
who twice
(not once)
gave me
the gift of life

who are you?
where
are you?

nothing of what I am told
can I longer believe

imagining writing the text
saying the words that
will change the picture
transform
everything

but there you are, at
my level,
down to my
size

picking up stones
rooting through the rubble

lest there be those
lost and forgotten

erased by history

needing to be
found

restored to memory

OMELETTE

OMELETTE
“you egg!”
Macbeth,
Act 4, Scene2

make for
bizarre bedfellows

lead to
crazy places
they definitely do

Darwin
to the jackboot

merry old Malthus
to the electric fence

dingy ripped
and ravaged
upon the ocean

propaganda as truth
set up in best
civllized dress

but slice and dice
whichever way you cut it

there is just too much egg;
today too many eggs

which are
not to preferred taste
being of the wrong shape
and size and
State-approved colour

hence the forever
Napoleonic solution
of
military omelette

ALLOW ME

ALLOW ME

Oh let me
determine to
re-engineer

every paroxysm of
crescendo in
our
head-
to-head spectacle

be nothing if not
gorgeous subtle
in whatever word

interface
with all my
Sun and Moon,
everything of mine
tuned to
your specific sublimities

causal, yet Oh so perfunctory
and utterly lesser
in rapturous
capacity

as is
Shakespeare soliloquy to

shriek of delight to
close
drunken rant
superfluous as
expressed

MASH UP

it’s all
a mash up

can’t get head or
tail of anything

saw this thing bullet-
spewing, bullet-riddled
claiming to
be rational

so, for God’s sake,
plrase exercise, and if not
exercise,
express extreme caution

when you pitch up
at my door to exterminate

careful not to throw
me and the baby
out with the boiling bathwater

as you flood through
every room with
mandate
to control
penchant to wipe out

ALSO SPRACH

JUNGLE GYM

JUNGLE GYM

I ate my jungle oats
you are your jungle oats
you ate my jungle oats
I ate your jungle oats

we ate our own and
each other’s jungle oats

not at the watering hole
but in bed together

you telling me that aliens
came to this planet Janet
tens of thousands of
years ago
as is recorded on
scroll and parchment
to build the pyramids
and screw
our woman

the former with sonic resonance
and photon matter creation
technology

maybe, safe to say,
pretty much
the latter too

and you trying to tell
me that
Noah’s Ark was actually
a saucer-shaped vehicle
(like alien craft on the cover
of an
Amazing Stories 50s Sci-Fi
magazine)

nothing more lewd or leering
than one of those aliens
desperate for
the feeling of humanoid
tits and shit

and me making all sorts
of irreverent and disgusting
sexual puns
during the entirety of
her discourse

obviously not the kind of
civilized fore and interplay
that would lead
with neat evolutionary
procreative logic

to our own little
trans-linguistic
conjugation

and most
intimate and
nearest thing

to
cosmic encounter of
way more
than three-dimensional kind