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THIS VIKING THING

THIS VIKING THING

this Viking thing
brothers in the shield wall
standing together

brothers
    fighting for supremacy
amongst themselves

shield wall
against shield wall

hard to
    wrap my head around
the bravery, cruelty
of these people

flows
   through my blood
and yet
I understand it not

IN THEIR RIGHT MIND

IN THEIR RIGHT MIND

saw you on
YOUTUBE being
interviewed

so many books
behind you
sign
    and code
of the intellectual
man who
knows what
he is
   talking about

pretty obligatory
or, as you yourself
might say: “de rigeur”

and here you spoke
seemingly not
in evasion
    of any question

waxing waning
      astute and erudite
occasionally lyrical slash
satirical

and me here
     wondering how
you get
   these gigs, how you
are always
the person to go to
person
     for on point comment

whilst nobody
in their right mind
would ever
   come here for a poem

DRIFTED

DRIFTED

drifted so far
from my
original position

passed the souls of a genocide
thousands of them
in a line
   waiting for something
as if
   put here on hold
stored for
the meanwhile
        pegged out to dry

and me
    even in this state
left to speculate what
calamity it might have been
to so
    overstretch resources
exhaust established facilities

leave them in
     this condition where

newcomers
might see

drifted so far
              so very far
from my original position

no hope now
of ever being found, let
         alone kindly received

EXACTLY AT THIS POINT

EXACTLY AT THIS POINT

left my mind
on the helter skelter

and you
first Dan, halfdan, third
Dan
whatever Dan you are

rollercoaster father
    smirking sublimely
heavens of cloud
light and dark cloud
above me

and she
who I wanted, needed
so much at
that moment
MJM of the shapely legs
and thighs
crashing into me at top
speed perversely
has anyone ever
received such a thrilling smack
in a dodgem bumper car

and the theorists speculating
on the nature of carnival
hum
   a good tune
talk a good liberation

and falling in line
        (such a
ragged line)
with every compadre
of that persuasion

I wanted to
go guttural
     get down and dirty
be
  the sublime poet of
the sewer if only
for a brief
moment
        outdoing the inimitable
Charles, universal stereotype
of this poet

Oh helter skelter
must be
     a surreal repetition
to have
that guy Manson
sweep back
    into fashion

and me
     at the pinnacle of the
rollercoast exactly at
         this point