creative – poems 2 die for

LESSON TO US ALL

my parents
stuck me
in box
to protecr me
from the world

also
one of their core principles
children should be
neither seen
nor heard
and loved sparingly,
as seldom
and as
little as possible
ezpecially if
sweeter and smarter
than they could
ever hope to be

stayed in the box God
knows how long
until Myers Briggs came along
told me
I was no ways such
an introvert, but a rampant
ENFP king cobra
extrovert

waiting for my moment
to burst through the lid
proclaim
my truth, announce
myself to the world

unbundle myself of all
the reams and reams of
relentless (if much
misguided) insistent creativity
emulating
my good friend, sometime
Muse, and fellow
box resident, Ms Sagittarius
Emily

whose cut-throat poetry, razor
images, a
divine lesson to us all

THANKS

thanks for protecting me
against evils known and
unknown

possible abd impossible

real
and imagined

and even
imagined-imagined

thank you for protecting me
from my self, all my
avatars and handles

thanks thanks thanks thanks
thanks
but no thanks

I’m too useless, uneducated, over-educated, uninformed,
misinformed, disinformed,
to know
anything anyway

do what i am
supposed

do what
is required

follow the plan
execute nicely and neatly
alomg the dotted line
tick my tock tick
the right box

be the perfecr customary
idiot you can package
in brown paper

send off to
war (just saying, just
saying!)

prime human material
ready to be exploited

smothered
in your love

suffocated
with affection

and now technology
world of
science fiction horror

alien
event horizon

thanks
but no thanks
thank you for protecting me
from it

must say this
demonic technology

was only
a pleasure, a joy
in this shit life you
do manufacture

milliobs of us
zillions of us
having fun, being
creatuve
feeling the same way

not feeling all
that mind control, becoming
other, changing shape
changing form
as our world turned pink
and then red
and then,
as that poison did its work,
complete Chinese
Communist Party

wonder what
we can do
now its gone, Devil
loving hands
idle

need a new vehicle to
go same-same to
ridicule this nonsense
throw
your democracy
back at you

mock, scoff, laugh, sing,
dance, ridicule

tell a little
needle sharp truth
to ridiculous power

FIXING

FIXING
“where I’m wrong, I’m right”
The Beatles: Fixing a Hole

let’s
see what
we got here

check if
there is a hole
if so
how to
fix it

if not
why not?

poem need
the right kind of holes
(where would
we be
without holes)

just jokin’
poem got to be
fun
poem got
to be serious

we had some
fun so
let’s go
serious

switch of a sudden
turn on dime
between
fun and serious

truth to power: break
in through the back
leave via
the front

do your dreadlock goldilock
thing
   have your Gulliver
child’s play
                   turn it
          all
upside
      down

seems like you serious
but
can we be
sure to
be sure

that last line
gleams wickedly, such
a look in your eye

and eye need
the light

how else
delight?

bend those bars in
before out

your light coming in
your light
going out

see here: a VOICE

in with

a shout