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SOLVE

SOLVE

to comprehend the lie
you would have
to go back
to the beginning
of life
before
the fetal position

read everything scan all
those media flashes and
opp ends
from before the
dawn of time
masts and headlines

kick up
a fuss
     deconstruct
every word, not
believe anything

sift through
every fable
every conspiracy
every secret
every
hole

back to
Plato’s cave
and its
very first troll

and
   every major minor
gaslight that
masquerades as history

liberal radical
whatever what
not worth
the clay
tablet
    so-called stylus
scribe
wrote it down on

and there it is
here’s where
it starts
   chain reaction
of all
that is
unquestioned

where
it all
got stuck
became impacted

unable to solve
resolve dissolve

impossible
to redress

MARIONETTE

MARIONETTE

I was
interviewed by a,
marionette

someone ardently, adroitly,
pulling, plucking the strings
behind the scenes

was from network or
other, I forget which one,
CNN, FOX, BBC
much
of a muchness
if you ask me

someone
working those strings making
them sing
though I would
struggle against
the grain to
call it lyrical

too much
noise, dissonance,
same old same

English words
on life support begging
for death, screaming to be free

I was
interviewed by a marionette
sent
to get my fist
publicly expose me

narrative
confirmed, truth out
the door

left me
to my thoughts, not
good ones either

better by far
had they sent a robot
AI intelligence never
so
well programmed

if had
left
me be
better infinitely more
than entirely

OR SO YOU BELIEVE


OR SO YOU BELIEVE

déshabillé
(or so you believe)

whereas I would say
too much is divulged
subtext is showing

paradigm so exposed
to the ruination of your reputation

need a cover up
    heads to
spin

though my own stock-
in-trade be
scarcely golden

seems like you may just
have rushed too pre-
cipitously into
some bad
media alchemy

and now
    are looking high and low
under every bombed structure
for each
   and every collateral

making such a racket to
deflect our eyes
       from the hypocrisy

the place
reduced to a desert
carnage
      beyond words

sad that what might have
served poetry
   bent out of shape to
sustain
   the war industry

defend
     death’s exceptionally

make the case for a rapture
thing so sickly sweet

will
   annihilate the need for
theology
        morality, humanity

basic kindness and love
the species professed to hold dear

NO FLIES

NO FLIES

no flies on me
but the flies that
are on me

are jewelled, enamelled,
iridescent

and the buzz
they get to  create
louder than
a perfect media storm
where two
idiotic major stories
crash into each somewhere
stupid out
in the mid-Atlantic
shedding each other pieces

as all
establishment voices
in pursuit
    of the savage lie
are so hard-pressed
to miraculously achieve

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE
(for the students)

the great locomotive
steamed out of the station

built up
momentum
determined to cross
from
ocean to
ocean

but
ran out of track
and crashed

unable to
hold up that weight
on its cardboard wheels

A BONE TO PICK

A BONE TO PICK

what you said
on TV months early
if not sanctimoniously
then with astonishing conviction

I sat on your front lawn
my campfellows battling
to resurrect children
fitting mashed
body parts together

I sat there Googling
desperately for
a technology of salvation

when the ghosts of those
slain when you made
your case
that for reasons of
defensive measure
the slaughter
must continue

marched up silently
to your front door
informing you
ever so
ever so
politely

that if
could spare the time
they did indeed
have a bone
to pick with you