RIGHT TO THIS

RIGHT TO THIS

you withhold
you restrict

cut me down
to my exact calories

keep bliss
from
my lips

a life
without sustenance
freedom, and flavours
the fruits of our
old orchards

refusing us
     the solace
of cinnamon, odd binge
on
   potato crisps

the better
to deprive
       and deny

keep us
pinned in this strip
(that old
      biblical picture
from
down deep South
in Africa
     your textbook for this)

better
   to starve and compress and,
yes, bomb
to bits

whilst you
choke on your plenty

build a
    Kingdom of Heaven

purely
   for the chosen

immortal exclusivists.




WOBBLE

WOBBLE

apologies
for the speed
wobble

but have got
fully pedal to the metal
watch them
all vanish
in the rear
view mirror

Plato, Aristotle
Jesus, Buddha, Nietzsche
all those great philosophies,
species dreams

fascism, dystopia,
cyborg reality,  looming up
ahead
    trying to
millionaire there
quantum disentangle, hit
light speed if possible

all a blur
crazy psychedelic sensation

soon
you will
feel the doom

really get
to the core

be one
with the rule
of iron
over chaos

ride the great wave
final seismic shift

DIAL FIVE

DIAL FIVE

dial one
to dial back the intrusion

dial two
for communicating inhibiting
solar flare
or pulse

or one of those bombs
to create electro-magnetic havoc

dial three
for nice-sized asteroid
take out your switchboard
once
and for all
do the trick

dial four
for twenty eight day after
virulent
zombie plague bacillus
leave you
guys
feeling

not quite
yourselves

dial five
for perfect payback
catch a bullet to
shut you up
stop you
phoning for good

dial six
for the offer
you just can’t refuse

TESLA

TESLA

the light
transmigrates

was here
now there

st that speed
knows neither
time
    nor distance

even
that wizard Nikola
                       Tesla
cannot
catch it, stop
it telexing itself

from point
to point

suffusing the darkness,
                          waving goodbye
at the moment
of arrival

keeping you guessing

beyond the possibility
of infinite circuitry

MOSTLY

MOSTLY

“They come out at night. Mostly.” ALIENS (1986) (dir: James Cameron)

so quiet
almost peaceful

in space
    a hydrogen bomb drops
fast as a feather
equally silent

here however
our parents together
gambollihg in the garden

innocent
             unfallen

not even
a grazed knee

everything on course
ticking like an Swiss watch

ticking
     also
     somewhere down there
way beneath their feet

something in
the rock and stone
down below the earth of Eden
that nourishes everything

shedding heavy particles
yet
   no need for caution, nothing
yet to worry about

and there
to one side
a much disgruntled, disfigured figure

recent transformation
put him in the arcana
rendered him archetypal

whose tale
could be more cautionary

whose loss
              the stuff
of insanity

and yet the flicker of a smile
a flash, a spark
                 and with it
a vision
of annihilation
.
countdown close
ending begun

EYELINE

EYELINE

my eyes
slowly adjusting
to the darkness

yet in the same darkness
my mind going
billion percent Lovecraft
gone
  in thirty seconds

imagining every
conceivable category
of inconceivably
ghoulish beings

and most
truly terrifying thing
of a writer
           one who
lives and
dies
    by imagination

no paper
no pen

   not a scrap or
stub at all

UNDER SCRUTINY

UNDER SCRUTINY

will it all
bear scrutiny?

I have also
drooled over these
Michelin star hotels
and restaurants

hoping that they will survive
that you will not
summon me to
destroy

such
   a golden circle of elegance

haute couture people
dining haute cuisine

too exquisite one feels
for them to ever to
be put
    to my diabolical test

force them to answer
my ultimate question

subject them to such a
basic law of mass
and speed

turning the heat up
on their politics, empathy,
economic principles

a tad below that
of a million suns

DEEP

DEEP

escalator
went up

     up
   up
up

forward
reverse

it’s axiomatic
elevator went
down

down down down

skipping circles
of good

ploughing
through axes of evil

down through
every cellar, basement,
bunker
ever built

through the deepest
mine of all
on the
golden
Witwatersrand reef

deeper than a anything
that ever went
China Syndrome

deep and
deeper still

never to bottom out

WHEN MARCUS CRASSUS

WHEN MARCUS CRASSUS

when Marcus Crassus
died in battle
everybody wept
the grief
shook Rome

the whole
city consumed
by sadness

slaves being tortured
prisoners crucified

took time
out of their suffering
to make sure
they found time
to weep

gangs patrolling the Subura
to ensure there
would not
be a single
soul
failing to
feel heartbroken

for if the gods
could not fail to be
grief stricken
how not
mere mortals?

so tragic that one
so rich and powerfully
should be put
to death so aptly
suffer
    so horribly

so wrongful a vengeance
so totally
beyond the pale
of social justice