AS IF

AS IF

as if
my little voice
can help you

give you succor
support or comfort
or any
help at all

my little
angry voice

vicious in
it contempt
for all that
stands against
a true rebirth
for
all humanity

a savage, barbarian voice
making a nonsense
of all its learning

deep in
empathy

everything it has learnt
from our cerebral
pagan ancestry

dictated
by all that has
arrived courtesy of the crazy god,
the prototype of
all resurrected gods

god of music, madness, intensity,
ecstasy
democracy and
the vine

JUST

JUST

poem is a
     thing

one does not just
should not just
               staple
together

wind, rain
solar            flare
whatever the weather

whether enjambment
can just run
away with it
rhyme
   superimpose itself
or superposition you
wave and
    molecule in
relation to its pattern

breath blow
       like electricity flowing
out
of a jug

magnetic pole, spin
see it be pulled and pushed
hither and thither

mussed up like
coiffure suddenly exposed
to what
    storm can do

making it worse, much worse,
and thereby
   intriguing reading

touching your chimes as
it wafts through your pagoda

appearing
   out of nowhere, inviting
itself for
main course

settling down
            prepared for sacrifice
ready
to give its all

pretty much
holding forth
holding the fort

conforming
to the topography
of your tiny plate
at your gigantic table

ZADIE INSISTS

ZADIE INSISTS

Zadie insists
here lie
weapons of
mass destruction

vehicles
of terror

but I check my words
for the monstrous
genocidal
do not
seem to find them

no sign of bacilli,
nothing that
seriously Geiger counters

no anthrax
lurking
between the lines

no plague about
the launch itself
between the lines

no Bond PPK Walther
with screw-on silencer

unless
      I am misguided
mistaken

and you see it, feel it,
smell it, taste it
hear it
all here

planning some small,
strictly limited, quiet
(and quite nonsensical
operation)

to eliminate some person
or persons

in the cause
of poetic self-interest

or the more entirely
delusional inclination

towards
         liberating you all

whole of humanity

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

OFF THE SCALE

OFF THE SCALE

the Sun
beamed through my window
only to
take issue with me
scorch the files
on my computer

leaving me desperate
to get a handle on
electromagnetism

so much fire out there
in here
    as chatbot and I
argue the toss
over philosopher
Catherine Malabou
and other
anarchist thinkers

wondering about
the Sun’s role
in authority, Apollonian
regal power
       and how that
might avail itself
to tyranny

especially the kind
with solar ring of confidence
branded by beaming smile

YES YANIS

YES YANIS

“the surreal colonizing the real”
                     Yanis Varoufakis

Columbus would have made it
if he had not traded
his ships in for jet skis
and surf boards

would have made it
to the Pacific
if he had not
stopped off in DC
to watch the
Army Navy game

his progress tracked
by GPS satellite, with
constant updates on
FOX, CNN and
alternate media
(outside Columbia and
MIT braves from
the seven nations having
set up
protest encampments)

Zadie so worried
whether her hypothetical
Zionist student would
not be bound
to feel aggrieved, suffer
horrific identity collapse

if hole in your vessel
easy to find a plug in DC
use a member of the house

the Hatter would tell Christopher
as the tenor got weirder
and the teapots all ran out
tea enough
   still perhaps
after a previous party
floating in the harbour, but
for a great teapot at
this time of writing, a
wanderer did inform him,
you might
have to consult Boeing and
the military
     industrial complex

Ah, the logic, the methodology,
suffice it to say, pure area 51
pure Man Ray,

pure
    little girl without arms
bullet
through her head this
tale of Wonderland
is not about

you came to these shores and did
not expect to find palaces
did not expect to
encounter castles
golden dubloons maybe,
perhaps
    a golden gate bridge

but not a landscape of
golf course and tenement
and cloud
    saturated with capital

dodging those Lakota arrowheads

they said that
here there

would be no King
everybody would be a king
as
   many kings on deck
as playing cards

Christopher somehow now
up in the Rockies inside
the Overlook Hotel

ghostly overseer Stanley
whispering in his ear
an adage that
    colonization is

the heart
of the horror

colonization
       the name
of the original sin

Yes, Yanis
      still waiting for the cartoon
version of what I scribbled
down here

have commissioned Salvador Dali
have pleaded with Picasso