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
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
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
“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
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.
SWEPT AWAY
.
do not presume
the stones to be silent
or that
they will stay so
do not think
that, seemingly inert,
they have nothing to say
here
where there was war
you can safely assumed
so much
has changed
very little remains
where mythology tells us
we aspired to be gods
in the titanic,
epic nature
of the slaughter
and struggle
Ah, yes,
the slaughter:
we shall
have to bury that
last echoes, nothing
left
one might call
brash or
resounding
time ticking out
so time to
gaze
out into the darkness
be swept up
physically, emotionally,
if not both
then one, or the other,
get
swept away. Swept away.
THANKS
thanks for protecting me
against evils known and
unknown
possible abd impossible
real
and imagined
and even
imagined-imagined
thank you for protecting me
from my self, all my
avatars and handles
thanks thanks thanks thanks
thanks
but no thanks
I’m too useless, uneducated, over-educated, uninformed,
misinformed, disinformed,
to know
anything anyway
do what i am
supposed
do what
is required
follow the plan
execute nicely and neatly
alomg the dotted line
tick my tock tick
the right box
be the perfecr customary
idiot you can package
in brown paper
send off to
war (just saying, just
saying!)
prime human material
ready to be exploited
smothered
in your love
suffocated
with affection
and now technology
world of
science fiction horror
alien
event horizon
thanks
but no thanks
thank you for protecting me
from it
must say this
demonic technology
was only
a pleasure, a joy
in this shit life you
do manufacture
milliobs of us
zillions of us
having fun, being
creatuve
feeling the same way
not feeling all
that mind control, becoming
other, changing shape
changing form
as our world turned pink
and then red
and then,
as that poison did its work,
complete Chinese
Communist Party
wonder what
we can do
now its gone, Devil
loving hands
idle
need a new vehicle to
go same-same to
ridicule this nonsense
throw
your democracy
back at you
mock, scoff, laugh, sing,
dance, ridicule
tell a little
needle sharp truth
to ridiculous power
CATCH UP
your lies
are going to catch up with you
all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost
returning
with a vengeance
karma
(that boomerang
principle)
it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
an empirical fact
switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
implausibly
pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness
telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
monsters steeped
in the secrets of power
havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment
killed so many they
should be
to you
as children to
a Father
worshippers
to.a god
no, my friend, my lying friend,
what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you
sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart
poems 2 die for