SUFI
inside
the egg
outside
the shell
in passing
through that veil
saw
that mosaic
shift
and change
piece by
piece
so
permeable
a being
so diffuse
thin
as breath
all that
I am
SUFI
inside
the egg
outside
the shell
in passing
through that veil
saw
that mosaic
shift
and change
piece by
piece
so
permeable
a being
so diffuse
thin
as breath
all that
I am
EVERYTHING
the daisy
chain you
are wearing
has become
barbed wire
but who foresaw
this transformation?
nailed it down
as per
causality?
I am moved by your poem
shed three and five tears
but
forgive me
if I am holding out
for an explanation
believe
poem can be
the key
to unlock
everything
AUNTIE
auntie
knows best
she banned
the sex pistols
and they
were
pure poetry
lampooned
the punk
sensibility
which lassoed her
back with a
lait of
barbed wire
sowed
satirical fire
telling her and
the whole damned
lot of them
their fundanental
humanity
left
a lot
to be desired
saw
before any of us
the hole in the heart
of this
terminally convoluted
self-
sabotaging self-
disregarding machine
auntie
knows best
she banned the sex pistols
not an idea
in her head
CARDS
let me
drift off for a
moment
step out
of the picture
read
the cards
get a prediction
of what awaits me
and, as
a matter of
implicit consequence
most
certainly the wider world
making me
a figure as iconic
as prophetic
a buttetfly fellow
whose every flap of
confusion
signifies story
to follow
eventual doom
CAMERA! LIGHTS!
camera! lights!
let’s shoot
this love scene
make it so authentic,
passionate,
nobody not
going to
suspend disbelief
realism, naturalism,
take your pick of those
what-you
-see-is-what-you-get
styles and genres
after which
we can watch the
dailies
catch the passion
before
it gets edited and
maybe
we get
to believe it is real too
SUCH A SOFT THING
(for the poets of Palestine)
poetry is such a soft
soft thing
like a sweetmeat
beautifully prepared
layer
upon layer
paper thin wispy
as air
on a day
most care free,
seriously whimsical
at its core, though
a diamond,
uncut
hardness by comparison:
unimaginable
FAR FROM IT
far from it,
we did not
get rid
of them
as vicious and
insufferable
as they had become
we just let them
fade into nothing
embrace
non-being
going nowhere
we simply allowed them
to reach
that destination
perhaps ushering them
a little
but it was for
their own good
genocide?
no that is their
much contested term
and yet
habitual practice
such actions
lie beyond us
this word
not in
our vocabulary
but see
look here
admire
what we have done with
the planet
how we have integrated
everything, biological
and technological
organic
and machine
everything flourishing,
renewable and recyclable
this
our mandate terrestrial
and cosmic
in equal aesthetic and
intellectual measure
ours
is the new spirituality
to take
across the galaxy
theirs a
contempt for themselves,
the sacredness of being
and life
of every living thing
GRAVELY SPOKEN
the gravity of these lies
as each lie is by the following
monstrously compounded
will drill a hole in the
fabric of
space time
a sewer for truth
where truth will be dragged be crushed
never to be seen again
until our
full self-destruction
AND BEYOND
happily
we are
expanding the war
extending the fighting
throughout
to whole region
taking on
every axis of resistance
axis of evil
allowing the entire
government, every
politician to
wallow in
power
play
at battle
extend expand
the conflict
across the globe
to the edges
of ths galaxy
killing boldly
where no one
has ever killed before
for
all eternity
to infinity
and beyond
