evil – poems 2 die for

MOON

only a spring recoil away
from evil in motion

truly malign action
genocidal event

for which
technology off
on a whim serving as the
great multiplier

distance from the blood
that sticky sweet to
the touch
never gets washed off

but what
the eye does not see

the heart can Enola Gay over
stay fuzzy, misdirected

as from over the hill
over the horizon

they send the first strike
that removes all the worry
of retaliation

and there it is
engine of war, motor
of history

carting us off over
a shameful moon

POEM ANTI-CLOCKWISE

DESERVING OF THE WORST

evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me

and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil

watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be

DESERVING OF THE WORST

evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me

and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil

watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be

DESERVING OF THE WORST

evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me

and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil

watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be

ON THE OTHER HAND

here’s a montage
of all things good

here,
on the other hand,
is a
montage
of evil

curious how
as the pictures flash
past
left and right
before you

you begin
to suspect

they might be the same

BOX SEAT

“innocents raped
with napalm fire”
King Crimson

it is out of the box now
too big for the box
volcanic pressure

and we see it for what it is
so blunted and stunted and
yet we
still recognize
the evil

for all that they
have drained from us
it is still unmistakable

to see it for what it is
we needed to break with you
destroy
the peversity of all
that cultivated trust

and so
dissonance, discordance,
stuff so
atonal
multilayered, structure
of the labyrinth

architecture of
mind prison scryed
through a prism

the music was out there
prophetic

waiting for us
to catch up

FOR THE GODS

FOR THE GODS

“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
― William Blake

Made in the divine image
(thus
fabricated)

but how come
we get
so demonic

allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure

succumb to the devil
in us

from
time to time
to most
apocalyptic
of times

all the time
(that
divine image getting
pretty mutated)

and then (stop me
and contest this) when

we think the divine
we get
so divisive

cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal

and so
here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
begging)

which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
images

is the one with true sanction
the one

from above?

All
from

below
equally above.

SO SURREAL

SO SURREAL

O (for black hole)
it has become so surreal
so much
   tunneled under I no
longer feel the ground
to be
   safe
       under my feet

no place to shelter
no place to hide

they sow fire and death
from above, supersonic vampires
(must give our
instant mistrust to
mythology
of eagle)

so
messed up and mixed
the blood that God (so you
tell me)
wants
to keep apart
churned together so thick

and who can
demarcate, who can divide

madness from reason, demonic
from divine
Heaven from Hell?

and you don’t
have to read up on rapture
to know we are
in Hell

except that place is pure evil,
unmitigated by
this stupidity
that we
see all around us, bombarding us
from all screens

definitve of humanity (no not
science
or philosophy)

and there are
chasing the white rabbit
wondering why

no sign of Oz

just bad stand up politicians
so horrible at comedy

should say

truly terrible
and leave it at that

O for black hole
(this Universe not going well)