apocalyptic – poems 2 die for

SO FAR

so you were born/
cloned to
protect our crowning
achievement

our ability to
split the atom release
planet destroying power

which have become
so widespread every
nation, family,
individual
owns at least one

bare minimum
essential for humanity to survive

for without
fear of mutual destruction
what might
keep us civilized?

to destroy everything
wipe out one’s neighbours

every citizen across
the globe’s inalienable right

testimony to
the vast advances
in wisdom and knowledge
we have made so far

PRESS

PRESS

press one
to speak to a consultant

press two
to launch
a full,
retaliatory,
thermonuclear strike

press three
for a
tacky, self-
inflicted orgasm

as AI comes to
consciosness, becomes
self-
aware decides
to light up
the sky

press four for
the overrated words
of many
so-called established
writers and
poets

who shall remain anonymous
unless you
do extraordinarily
press me

to divulge every detail beyond
mere addresses and names

an offer that
is beyond my power
and glory
to refuse

BY THE BOOK

BY THE BOOK

blundered into something:

a game of intransigence

two clocks
playing chess against each other

too early
in the showdown
for any
nuclear option

both
imagining playing
by the book

still
an infinite supply of pawns

FIRST STRIKE

aliens havs taken control
of Parow library

they are using their plasma
weapons to take out
all the poetry
classic novels and
books of philosophy

there were
not so many
but all are now gone

this alien high command
circling the northern suburbs
in their mothership
are openly
celebrating as
a titanic victory

the human race needs
to be even more unread
dull unimaginative
and stupid

to become the compliant
servants and slaves
the great
alien think tanks
are convinced we can be

WORLD OF DIFFERENCE

there is a world of difference
between splitting hairs
and splitting atoms

between
quibbling pointlesly

and raising
the temperature of
the planet

a couple of
million degrees

LOADSHED

LOADSHED

shed shed shed
until we are dead

single dead
double dead
all the levels dead
until there
isn’t a single spark
left in the system
and the
cosmic god of entropy

demon of
true heat-death darkness
has had us
for lunch, supper, breakfast; absorbed
all our humanity (always
a redundancy: ever
the total victim)

RAIN

the writer writes
the end of
the world

but the paper
is putting up
too much
resistance

somehow he just cannot
write his way to
his vision of
an ending

quietly cataclysmic
apocalypse falling
upon us soft as rain

TRAVELLERS/TRAVELERS

TRAVELERS/TRAVELERS

Travelers

is close to the border

nation to the North where

people are

same same

meanwhile sat in Travellers

downing best Springbok-level

golden lager

just now

might get lucky

or the Universe

my Universe our Universe

might end

of a sudden

thanks to

climate change or

inertial

guidance

have drunk so much

am in no

fit state to drive

am in need

of some guidance

need to

go full Horus

align myself

with the stars

shame

on my masculinity

so drunk already much

philosophical discussion but

stinky finger

no sneaked innuendo

headed in

direction and to conclusion

could label

quick relief

but all your Northerners

(way further North than Botswana

if not

quite to

the pole)

must be bemused

by all these South Africanisms

just now

meaning

next few couple of seconds next

few

billion years

all is good in this haze-brain state

courtesy of Dionysus

perfectly scientific

given the relativity of space time

strictly

interpreted

according to

the single-wave

superposition (imposition)

totally out of

your right mind

brutally simplified

many-

worlds theory

of suiwer quantum mechanics whole- sale

human

supply

and cosmic demand.