CROSSBOW

CROSSBOW

I interrogated Aphrodite
after the fall of Troy

so much death and devastation
through her direct interference
all for a single
golden apple, and the required
abduction of a queen

holding her in
the sights of my
crossbow whilst
I bombarded her
with questions

on the nature of love,
her sacred domain, and
why
   it should exist at all
when it destroys
so many of us

or leaves us
alone and yearning
victims of its disdain.

XENO POEMS

XENO POEMS

1.  SUN

the xenomorphs
were playing
in the Sun

having such fun – –
    I did not think
biological creatures could
survive such. unseasonably
high
    temperatures at the heart of
the corolla

****

2.  BOOK

the xenomorph
was reading me
like a book

a Lovecraft book
one which
         turns its
own pages
tiny tentacles reaching out
from inside the book itself

****

3. FOOD

the xenomorph
shared its, food with me

after which, as act
of reciprocity,
shared me
with its food

****

4. CHOIR PRACTICE

The xenomorphs
having attainef consciousbess

found
religion

are gathered together
to conduct a huge debate
whether to
crucify, or
simply burn at the stake

the worst of all heretivs, apostates and sinners
and those
                 habitually
late for
     choir practice

****

5.  WAR

humans sent a delegation
to the xenomorphs

attempting to
civiluze them
moderate
their savagery

teach them the
gentle art
of human warfare

annihilating cities,
with state of
the art
    weapons

fire
   and forget

aimed at targets
thousands of
miles away

so
   casualties
not an issue








ROCK BOTTOM

ROCK BOTTOM

Playing for
team humanity

I have tried
my best
as have
we all

and yet
we languish at
the bottom
of the league

zero points, expected goals,
goals, assists
the statistics show us
to be
the supreme
soft touch

slaughtered every
game whether
home or away

no match for
the power of every ambitious
all or
nothing
team

   stocked with
foul misanthropes and
cheating galacticos.
 

BACK THEN MACBETH

BACK THEN MACBETH

watched Shakespeare’s Macbeth
with all of my school class
back then in the sixties
marvellous setting: an outdoor
stage in a park.
surrounded by woods

and me in the front row
suddenly suprised by
my Jewish classmate
rushing up
to sit next to me
let me share her blanket

and so,
we watched the play
(later I would audition
at this same theatre
to join the cast, as an extra,
in Anthony and Cleopatra

later
as a student, and as an intrigued
observer of the authorship
controversy, would
take Shakespeare in
fat doses, not exactly
in quantities though
to take me up
to my ears

but then I thought
good things in woods, bad
things in
woods
   soldiers with tree branch
camouflage to peversely
help realize
hidden divine justice
at the heart
of evil prophecy

and as for Lynne
with her blanket
        she got me in her
school play, saw
her around at University

wondered about
magic and
evil
    and things beyond
human understanding,
re-defining the limits of
malignity and cruelty,
hatred of other
politics
   of pure power, fear
and revenge

a witches’ concoction
brewing away in
the dark
core of
    this darkness, deep heart
of the forest

I wonder now
what we all
of made of it, how it
shaped us
    in what ways we
too might think, dream
of murder,
         the grasping of power
believing
it is what we deserve

back then
Macbeth, for three solid hours,
prisoners of that imagination

WINDOW

WINDOW

my window open
rain
  thundering down

a bedraggled cat
caught in the downpour
squeezing his
lithe body
through the burglar guards

sometimes it is good
when natural storms
hit epic proportions

takes the gloss of
political storms, global
clashes that lead
to outright warfare

show us
that little in this moment
is worth elevating

our species
lacking the tactics
and strategy
to find peace at all

my window open
the rain still raging

everything thought here
under the shadow
of getting
washed away

CADMUS

CADMUS

were given the instruction
to be bounteous and
multiply

as for beauteous
were given that manual too

and now you see
our seed proliferate
our deeds profligate

spreading
the open market of
our rationality across
every horizon, vista
to vista
   high and low

and those teeth
we planted
      how fertile they proved
to be

star seed springing up
mirror demons more
than ready
to come to blows
force the issue with us

breed,
     split, chain react

teach us how the ultimate
physics of our protection
crazy virus of
our
     desperate war for
preservation

will be
the destruction, the death of us

BLUE PLANET

BLUE PLANET

the blue planet
we have fucked up

loving to see us
turn demonic

knows it will
soon be
shot of us

the plague
of which it
shortly
will be
finally rid

observing us
as our systems collapse,
fall apart
and we
   genocide
each other

final triumph
of our evolution

this ultra crazed
fundamentalist mind

blue
planet
almost unable
to contain itself

never ever
loved us at all

SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

so many demons, devils,
hobgoblins, djinns, zombies,
vampires, Nazis
and, monsters
              in here
out there
a whole confederacy
quite literally, symbolucally even

to count them
you will need
an abacus, a calculator,
a quantum computer

no end to
them
    and their untimely
proliferation

growing in
number, confidence,
politucal will
marching
in legion

good job
we got bombs, nissiles,
nuclear weapons
goung to need
more, far nore of them,
a geomtric progression

to deal
with this sea, this horde,
to do more, far more
a storm of mushroom clouds
no mere
scratxhing the surface

a monster problem
needing  a monster solution

the final solution
writhing in my monstrous brain
 

RETURN

RETURN

just returned
from the war

came back
scarred, horrified,
from killing people

all shapes
ages, sizes, many,
many

everyone of them
just like you

spiritually, emotionally,
psychologically

ticking all the boxes
in terms of
shared humanity
things
in common

yet
   in physical appearance
so crucially different

as per those small things
which
    really  really really matter
above everything,

nothing like you
or me
at all