AND VANITY PRESS
I am
all about death
and vanity
press
this i
(readily) confess
to
both
woman
and
God
the chimes
in my head
both essence
of poetry
but also
cash register
and so I write
of holocaust and genocide
things that
lately delight
if not
why so tiny effort, huge
reluctance
to stop
doing so?
the sound effects of
slaughter
so much
one can do with them
STAR
a star
came
close to you
too close
to you
frazzled yoi
left you
insane
eyes bulging
with neon
wild
lurid ultra violence
you mistook
for exaltation
for a sacred
script
uniquely revealed
GRAVELY SPOKEN
the gravity of these lies
as each lie is by the following
monstrously compounded
will drill a hole in the
fabric of
space time
a sewer for truth
where truth will be dragged be crushed
never to be seen again
until our
full self-destruction
PLEASE YOURSELF
please yourself
it’s not your war
and why should
old injustices
present slaughter
trouble
you
you have
your own life to decode
everyday concerns
to fret over
so much
fretting there
who cannot forgive
your total dedication
to present
woe and
need
pleasing yourself
finding
what you pray will
prove
(and provide)
supreme relief (in
an extremity
beyond
belief)
DAVID
if you are
the David in
this great battle
why
are you slaughtering
all the poets?
if you are Solomon
with so much wisdom
to bestow upon humanity
why are you
flattening all the universities
burning the archives?
watching as
culture and history goes
up
in smoke
or dancing
around the flames
IMCOMPLETE
do not learn
we never
learn
what have we
learnt?
don’t hold back
just
let rip
tell me
tell me!
look at me
pay careful attention
thorough scrutiny
all those years
gone to waste
sitting down
lying down
standing up
writing something
learning nothing
what in here
worth speaking?
out there
worth reading?
what
good are books
when there are tanks
in the street?
indiscriminate slaughter
clearing a path house
to house
room
to room
every alley
every precinct
this book of horrors
as yet unwritten
as yet incomplete
one two
three four;
every paragraph
breaking
every wall
SUFFER NOT
suffer not
the children
to come
unto me
whole
and alive
or in
bags of pieces
CASCADE
leaflets cascade
Iittle
life-parachutes
they
flutter down
tell you
that if you are
at all disinclined
to follow
the stairway
to Heaven
at this
very jumcture
you had better leave
ditch everything
you had better move
because
whatever ladders you thought
doors gates windows
they are all
about to be removed
pancaked out of existence
a time of wandering
is at hand
as has been written
in blood
in the book of centuries
VICTORY
You were screening
a film about your victory
when news
of your defeat, your
complete defeat came
sudden consternation
in the projection box
reels were exchanged
and that
film replaced
by one so different,
one that dealt
with the death of hubris,
end of arrogance
and a way that slowly,
painfully
the sins and crimes
might be
confessed before humanity;
some redemption take place.
EYES
eyes blue
green brown
saw so much
too little
some
of late
closed forever
and those
that closed them
some so
long
before their time
cannot believe but
that the Earth the Sky
the stars in the Heavens
cry out
for justice
whilst vengeance, brutal
and total vengeance
is the only
thought in my sickened mind
poems 2 die for