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BULLET POINT

BULLET POINT

from the perspective
of the ordinary
the everyday
every flawed human
beaten down
   shorn of
courage

everybody
is in on it,
Hell, it’s
the way of the
world
drop
   in the ocean

but from
the perspective of
Truth

that stuff
in the Bible
that thing
in Plato

it looks
a bit
different

here every
lying journalist
should be
shot
or hanged

along with
every lying
politician

made to
pay back for
the death and
misery
their lies create

the cost of the rope
the price of the bullet

I myself am prepared to negotiate

CUT

CUT

a pixie cut
does not
make you
a pixie

being called
Rose does not
turn you
into a
rose

being cut
to the bone
does not make you
any less
a person

but your death
dear Juliet,,,

cut to
your body wrapped
around the body
of your Romeo

elevates you into
a realm where
tragedy elevates the world
beyond our
poor
ordinary being
.

THUS

THUS

cut and paste
cut and paste

photocopy the copy of the copy
how fuzzy and blurred
can the world
of your dream
you
new reality
actually become

no social political problem
that cannot be fixed

a jigsaw puzzle
where you
are a
piece whose
place is determined

from moment
of conception
to point
of delivery

you are product
and producer
construct and
consumer
endless cycles
within cycles

understand
accept
this is the picture
this is how
it captures

all
totalled and
accounted for
reshaped and
refigured, all
change
incidental

the system persists
persistence its meaning
we
are creatures of
stasis
continued continuity

there
is no
final, no beginning
no ultimate

this has it been
will it be

it has always been thus

ALTAR

ALTAR

I came to your altar
to worship

check out the place,
speak to your God
and ask him
a few things

but a homily I got
and a dubious one too,
condemning all
barbarians,
is what
I did receive

painting the picture
for me
the one I am supposed
to believe in so
much
I cannot but see

but the picture did
not show itself, I felt
deficient in vision

all the gold everywhere
blinding me

leaving me
struggling for balance

beginning to sympathize
with the thought
that it
would be
better

burnt down.

CLOCK THIS

CLOCK THIS

I glare
across the board
at you

my need
for victory
my need for redemption

though not
necessarily
a queen
sacrifice

there is in chess
almost always
a really
good move

perhaps even
a best move, a
brilliant move
hiding behind it

submerged in the patterninf
and yet in plain view

clock ticking while
I rack my brain
to find
my moment
of mastery

the beauty of the pieces
finely carved, exquisitely
molded

expanding the brain
Star Child style
to
the edge of consciousness.

UNLESS

UNLESS

Yes, what would I
what would we do
without you?

not a joke
and if a joke

not
such a good one

in all seriousness, you ask:
is there, could there be
satire in Heaven?

and me thinking
of loading the dice, going
to my grave
with my face painted

satire? Could it be possible
that they know
that tune
have that
music?
or are the strings of the harps
up there strung far
too tight?

if it is absent from Heaven
perhaps satire would
be conspicuously absent
from the other
place too

no place for criticism, correction
and logical exposure
when
    all are condemned

torured
to the limit
for all eternity

beyond pointed comic comment

unless




WARLIKE

WARLIKE

 “Let me tell you something – black folks was never worried about anthrax because, half the time, we don’t open our mail no way. We might think that’s a bill. We might hold it to the light and go, ‘That’s a red slip.’ If you want to get us with anthrax, put that in a Jay-Z CD. That’s how you get us.” Aries Spears

Warlike, Aristophanes
stalks the streets
with pins
for the pompous

floats overhead
in a diigible

turning all
into buffoons

Oh, what a scourge!
did Zeus with his bolts
ever out-thunder
that laughter

crazy Dionysus
whose stage it is
must be deliriously amused

Apollo
    less so

forks in the road
facists being told
strictly to observe
total radio silence

a deus ex machine looking
like it
    could not
possibly fly

                and yet
every one fears it

Aristophanes
Aristophanes

what kind of a name is that
for such a ruthless comedian?

come to think of it,
what kind of a name for a comic
is Aries Spears?

AT ALL COSTS

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.