anarchistic – poems 2 die for

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

Mars has fallen

the missiles stand erect
casting lomg shadows
firing position

buf they have been like this
for well over a hundred years

if I had the art
then I could paint them
you might bet the picture
would be
pretty severe

but I am prole
what do I know
so are
we all
what
do we know

Mars has fallen
the machine is broken
all is entropy
final state between
the have
and the have not

nothing gets sown
so there are no parables

just the explosions that will come
that they cannot stop
the pressure built up
simple, obvious physics
I would have said if I knew
such
basic things

but I am prole, must always
flounder in darkness, taste
bitter ash
the storm gathering

the storm we are told
is pure propaganda
the deepest
of lies

but Mars has fallen
we can feel it, smell
if
energy has gone, lifeblood
is drained

someone has
done all the sums
it is the end of the line

What is
a politician good for?

was baffled by this,
but now
am entirely
flabbergasted

it’s the kind of question
after too many drinks
stuffing down a cheap
curry or
fish and chips

funny question to ask
and we have no better answer
than that given by
the Ancient Greeks

shocked at the disjunction
between political deeds,
political speech,
political ambition

and any
kind of philosophy.