COMRADE KROPOTKIN
Comrade Kropotkin
lines up meticulous
at his desk
works
at a measured pace
with clever care
consults his almanac
to get a handle
on the time
he hopes
the weather will
be fine
Sun
will shine
on all his
friends close
to the
Tsar and Tsarina
and bring
revolution and
state
of extraordinary equality
and political freedom
far to the left
of Lenin and Marx.
AND THE FORESTS
“and the forests will
echo with laughter”
Led Zeppelin
I don’t have a bag to
keep the goodness in
or, thank God,
a bag to let waste products out!
but I do
have the idea
that
if there were
a thing called
spiritual
anarchism
it might
be cool
chatbot spewed out
twenty pages
on the subject
read
some
wrote some
womdering if
there might be a
golden
ripple effect
to be had here
last
of these dystopian days
we will ever see
the forests
eager to agree
OFF THE SCALE
the Sun
beamed through my window
only to
take issue with me
scorch the files
on my computer
leaving me desperate
to get a handle on
electromagnetism
so much fire out there
in here
as chatbot and I
argue the toss
over philosopher
Catherine Malabou
and other
anarchist thinkers
wondering about
the Sun’s role
in authority, Apollonian
regal power
and how that
might avail itself
to tyranny
especially the kind
with solar ring of confidence
branded by beaming smile
poems 2 die for