freedom – poems 2 die for

TOLCHOK

got clockworked by a plod
me and my droogs we did

next to Maine Road
for playing street football
alongside a football ground
(none of us
even a
City supporter)

and pushed around by
the law severely human right
violated
and seriously affronted
aforementioned street
being empty
the thought
did cross our minds of
doing him in
(burying that fat
navy blue body beneath
the Kippax Stand)

and all of us
at Manchester Uni
me for
me Ph D

working on Swift’s excoriating
satire
most violent stuff
confined
to print

tolchock called down
on mostly everything

got
clockworked
but no orange

that
C-charged
most creative of
colours
Eden-juicy
most sustaining of fruits

DOLPHIN

ah! the ease, the effortlessness,
this dream is what you get
with being streamlined,
by
thinking
free and deep

final shape emerging
through that brutal process
of secret, significant,
implicit choices

taking the evolutionary path
of torpedo, missile,
submarine

and here
we have it
the latest model, built
for speed bursts, leaps zig-zagging
at will across
the prow

pretty breathtaking for
us as we
negotiate those swells
make our little journey

and you
sewing it together, stitching
every seam

sea, beach,
cloud, mountain suddenly
fused, welded
together

glimpse for a moment
into a
close but distinct
different Universe where
gravity seems
not
to apply

and of friction
there be no need

ZERO GRAVITY

the freethinkers
were free writing

down in the valley
up on the mountaintop

low
they dived
high
they soared

ascended
descended

caught the air currents
went where they pleased

leaner lighter
heavier
more slow

someone please inform them
there is nothing
without boundary

no
clock set
to run minus

whatever the sages
of relativity pronounce
on the matter

zero gravity only
in an inertial frame

SUPPRESS

SUPPRESS Suppress all those voices we do not want cannot bear anything that is rational, empirical, logical, poetical grounded in the real life critical context of struggling human beings take away those songs and stories that ask us, plead with us, implore us to, insist that we take an altered perspective, see the world differently listen to what the other side has to say God forbid! Leave us to our solid faiths, our complete beliefs which we are determined to persuade you of fair or foul whatever it takes human beings are meant to believe not to think are meant to follow not to lead meant to serve be no ways be free be gaslit to think there’s is the best of lives than can possibly be summit of our cynicism sublime stupendous hypocrisy.