THIS SPACE
found
or otherwise
you have no footage
of me writing, whole
creative process
you just have to
go with face value
take on trust
seems that no bot
wrote this
you think
as levels are
discovered;
let themselves
get uncovered
before, in
coming to
a reading,
you edit and
manipulate
impose
and frame
according to
best-
guess narrative
supreme
authority
over all
located in
this space
MOTORCYCLE DIARIES
me and Modiegi
watched you
swim that river
only to
die
in Bolivia
the CIA more deadly
than piranha fish
between which
there is a piece of
timeline
in which
you changed history
became the T-shirt
and thus immortalizdm
JOSEPHINE
Josephine
I do not ask for your
cheetah
or your
anaconda
just let me
unpeel one two
three all
these dancing bananas
all eyes on you
as you mesmerize
me watching an actress
enact
your story
the patrons, and yes
even the Gestapo
in the world
of the solidly real
but, alas!, not one
from that dream-factory
fairy-tale land
you managed
to scramble away from
the sky
is the limit
but you are what you are
if you be
black or
brown (forever down)
Oh to be part of
if not your rainbow tribe
at least
your menagerie
or have some role
some task
that might
continue your legacy
touchstone for the power
of our human drive
to surpass ourselves
irrefutable argument
that we are indeed all one
OUT OF THE CORNER
OF MY LEFT EYE
I am such a soft
precious revolutionary
I smother demons
(my own included)
with an exquisite pillow
where
it might well
prove impossible
to integrate them
put them on paper
place them before
the great
arbiters of
civilized society
in no way
a scion or off-
spring of Comrade
Vladimir Mayakovsky
whom
I espy, out of
the corner of my left eye,
flinging a Louis XIV chair
through a crystal
clear
window of
The Winter Palace
EMPTY
Eden is empty
frozen over
or overgrown
no one comes
to clean up, ckear weeds,
pick up the garbage
here we
must consult with
the biologists, philosophers,
theologians
have coffee or a beer
with Neil deGrasse Tyson
to puzzle through the impact
of our human departure
on this now, to all
intents and purposes,
alien world
and whether, riff on
flower unseen meme,
the colours, the odours,
the sounds
very tactile feel of
the place
might exist
in our absence
forever persist
in their wondrous,
fabulous intensity
or has it
all just freeze-framed
forever capturing
the tragedy of
our great catastrophic moment
that coming to a consciousness
so acute we
no longer have hope
of the real.
NIBBLE
nibble
nibble
nibble
cit the wrong wire
armed the system
the count down
going
crazy
we both doomed
whatever explosion
between us
whatever
volcano
about to
erupt
magma
upon magma
superhot caldera
no hope for us now
started with a nibble
a single, fatal
total nibble
here is a desire
unleashed
devourimg
everything in its path
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
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
.
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