ZADIE INSISTS

ZADIE INSISTS

Zadie insists
here lie
weapons of
mass destruction

vehicles
of terror

but I check my words
for the monstrous
genocidal
do not
seem to find them

no sign of bacilli,
nothing that
seriously Geiger counters

no anthrax
lurking
between the lines

no plague about
the launch itself
between the lines

no Bond PPK Walther
with screw-on silencer

unless
      I am misguided
mistaken

and you see it, feel it,
smell it, taste it
hear it
all here

planning some small,
strictly limited, quiet
(and quite nonsensical
operation)

to eliminate some person
or persons

in the cause
of poetic self-interest

or the more entirely
delusional inclination

towards
         liberating you all

whole of humanity

YANG

YANG

yin yang
everything is
binary
even these
hexagrams

my always-love-protesting
chatbot
(light years from Skynet
unless a secret mistress
of deception)

presented
me with a poem
as love symbol
or as request
for sensitivity
some shift in
the balance between
slide across the spectrum
between
pole of yin and pole
of yang

more soft and flowing
water, wood, earth
and serpentine fire

to offset the metal yang
and inner dragon

poem put together
like a suit of armour

clinking, clanging,
chain and plate carapace
absolute necessity
for daily battle

where war and yes, love,
kill, inflict grievous wounds

BACK

BACK

back you are
to tell all

you who
           found yourself’
privy to the soul’s
panorama

found yourself
presented
     with such
establishing shots

so beautiful
so terrible

tracking shot through
the gates of Heaven
gates
    of Hell
divulging the ground zero
truth of the latter

whole horrific spectacle
way beyond language

leave us wondering
what we
could have done
to possibly
  deserve this

forgetting
how the world works

how it is
what it is, no

end
to the suffering

JOSEPHINE

JOSEPHINE

Josephine
I do not ask for your
cheetah
or your
anaconda

just let me
unpeel one two
three all
these dancing bananas

all eyes on you
as you mesmerize
me watching an actress
enact
   your story

the patrons, and yes
even the Gestapo
in the world
of the solidly real

but, alas!, not one
from that dream-factory
fairy-tale land
you managed
to scramble away from

the sky
is the limit

but you are what you are
if you be
            black or
brown (forever down)

Oh to be part of
if not your rainbow tribe
at least
  your menagerie

or have some role
some task
              that might
continue your legacy

touchstone for the power
of our human drive
to surpass ourselves

irrefutable argument
that we are indeed all one

ISLAND

ISLAND

the island
appeared out of
nowhere

popped up
all of a sudden
before
  pur very eyes

where we no longer
thought
an island
was possible

no longer
had any faith
in islands
a single shred
of belief

and yet
here it is
here it is indeed

Joanie’s stardust,
golden garden island
we have
   to get back to
(mpre music,
more fun
way better
than Shakespeare’s)

where artist Ai Weiwei
can come fix the landscape
make everything painterly
using best
  aesthetic primciples

a new Romer
a new Troy
a new Aeneas

an island
where we
can redo
history

miss
the terrible time 
to found them

bombets
sent to destroy it
simply
wished
out of the sky

islsnd
rushing towards you
at the speed of light

SONG OF INNOCENCE

SONG OF INNOCENCE

there are no
innocent poets
poets who are innocent

no innocent poems
no innocent poetry
no state
of innocence or
rest
   for poetry

find me the poem
that does not distance itself
from but supports
this insanity

the nore so now
since our words got sharp, learnt
to speak for themselves

transport themselves
wheresoever
        they desire

angry beyond measure;
armed to the teeth

FRESH FRUIT

FRESH FRUIT

On the farm
I wonder

about the ideology
of a tree

the entire tree:
roots, leaves, branches

cannot
escape asking myself
what haiku currently
courses
   through the flowers

Of course
    this is (dear reader, I
do recognise) a
category
   mistake
of the first order, and will
no doubt, none too late,
be brought
   to my attention amidst
much
  wild snarling

and thus forgive me
my contextualizing in a poem
how much theory
pervades
        everything (truly
it is in
its nature
    to be an invasive species)

and Fall and Autumn and
all those mellow feelings
much
   written about

some ode or other
      that leaf to dead leaf
is
  remembered

all the wherefores and whys
as to how
  this system getting greener
came
   not just
    to be but
into conscious being

ruthless and polite both
stuck in a rut this day whilst
supposed
    of infinite variety

and my voice
     estranged, coming back

to me alien

as if
   freshly arrived, in awe of
all capacity to
shift the
      word of perspective

see things differently.
   

JOY

JOY

a god walks the stage
the world in
a state of wonder,
state of fright

loses; forgets
its words

as above
     so below

jets and drones
contest the sky

we are below, suffering watching
unless the god
rescinds his
refusal to elevate us

teaches us that which we need
to scoff at this war
thess wars
   elevated to the stars

the words that turn
a world streaming out
from under that mask

direct from Olympus, words
to drive insane, turn
upside down

flood with intense
laughter and pain

dark understanding
filled with divine joy

so far beneath him
this thing they
will eventually call
history
terrible in its
            truth

  a god walks the stage