QUICKLY

QUICKLY

read this poem quickly
we have not much time

an nasteroid/comet/meteorite
is going to
hit this Earth tonight

but even before which
tensions on the planet ensure
the button will
get pressed

failing which a killer virus
has obviously escaped

and then one or two
of the world’s
super
volcanos
is primed to blow
fill the Earth with pyroclastic flow
toxic dust
blot out the sky, the Sun
so, read
this poem
have some fun

best thing to do now
quite frankly

FARM TALK

FARM TALK

let me
withold words

surrender
poetry

thus may I
figure out what
the farm is saying
the trees speaking

catch
these voices
hitherto drowned out
by my insistence to
delve into
   the depth of my
faith in language,
human
     linguistics

so many different ways
of writing, talking out there

DAVID

DAVID

if you are
the David in
this great battle

why
are you slaughtering
all the poets?

if you are Solomon
with so much wisdom
to bestow upon humanity

why are you
flattening all the universities
burning the archives?

watching as
culture and history goes
                                    up
in smoke

or dancing
around the flames

SHOSHONE

SHOSHONE

you were so in
need of the fruit
from the tree of antithesis

when I came upon you
arrived on the scene
slithered amongst you
rattling my
     tail off to wake
you up

not much hope there
popping gobstopper-sized
pills to kill
your anxiety

already
you can see what
it has done to
your internal rhyme

scheme and system
pretty much shot to Hell

last to say this, for
obvious reasons, but
right now,
      at this juncture, need
to stand
outside yourself, commit
to alterity, flick
         switch to at least
semi-
    Slavoj

dialectic might be just
a pipe dream
   but what better
pipe
    conduit to great
spirit do we
full Shoshone have?