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DREAM BIDEN

DREAM BIDEN

what on Earth is Joe
Biden doing
sleepwalking into
my dream?

Seems to be lucid and awake,
but it’s my dream after all
so anything are possible

and here we are
arguing who has rights
to this luxury hotel suite

I do concede, no visit to
ICJ or ICC to sort
of this one
and he is kind enough
to get me driven round
to find a replacement
place to stay
offering me snacks as
we chill on the backseat
of his armoured limousine

eatimg cocktail rolls
and peanuts

strange, if it were not
a dream I would
be tearing into him
over his complicity in
genocide

and as for his avuncular
attitude to me
maybe he thinks
I am Netanyahu.

AFTER THE PROTESTS

AFTER THE PROTESTS

after the protests
I was on your campus
looking for
the Department
of Denial

passed through various
scan and search and
barbed wire
checkpoints before
I was cross-
checked
and led in

and once in felt
myself
consumed by
an unearthly excitement
so keen I was
to meet the students, meet
the staff, explore what
in depth research
was here taking place
pushing the envelope of
Denial, Closure and
related fields
in the Human and
Scientific Disciplines
within
the all-new
Faculty of
Silence (thing of which
the new-look
university had
long dreamt,
best replacement
for the Arts and
Politics and Philosophy

but when I asked
in all eanest
to be directed there
they swore

we still lived in a world
in which such
ideas of grave
and obvious insanity
could not possibly exist

I said (for
my little part)
that was such a shame, a
terrible indictment,
hugely unfortunate

hoping that
no one should lose sight
of this vision supreme

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

BIDEN

BIDEN

Last night I dreamt
I was at Kubrick’s
Overlook Hotel

arguing over
who had prior
right to a suite
with your venerable
President, Joe Biden.

Eventually, after much
negotiation, offer
and counter-offer,
we decided to share
for iut was my dream,
my homeground,
I held the moral
highground and he
had his
military-industrial complex
and Israel lobby
to push his case

eventually we
amicably settled
upon equitable time-
share
or splitting the suite
exactly down the middle

with respect for
each other’s human rights,
legal interest and sense
of constitutional democracy

conscious
that conflict nakes no sense
when time edging us
both
   out of the historical frame

death, electoral defeat or
both (for our sins and
wrongly
   lived life)  looming
huge on our respective horizons

which, in his case,
would give me much
     Schadenfreude

see him
swept away divinely defeated
in dubious rapture

me in the Gold Room sipping
some extravagant concoction
mixed by
     some ghost barman
who kmows his stuff

him and me
chatting about the hotel
as a metaphor for history
and what it means
to come
  to consciousnesz in
Kubrick’s mind

make your way
into such a deep, multilayered film



OFF- SCREEN

OFF-SCREEN

your monologue
was so bad

it had to be delivered
                  off screen
(they couldn’r
cant the camera
to get
                  a steep
enough
Dutch angle

equally your
plans, designs and
power plays are so
                     monstrously
devious
they have to take place
behind the scenes

and such a spin put
on them
     the world, our planet
might just threaten
to violate
its orbit
    which you would claim
is worth it
given the diabolical evil
you are determined to hide

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