A WORD
let me have a word
let me fill
you in
from a poetry
am going to need
twenty, maybe
thirty
thousand
characters already
oops1 sorry,
my apology
did I say
“characters”?
that was a bit
of a fatal Freudian slip
I meant to say “words”;
no sorry: lines
no I am completely wrong
in the wrong
to do this justice
I need to write
the final
death count
as poems
JUDEA
so this is
the dream you have lived for
this is the dream
you are inflicting upon us
tearing us out
of our beds to
walk through nightmare
as if apocalypse
were a beautiful, noble,
glorious thing
and your
salvation
the revelation
of certainty
RICH I am waiting, searching for my perfect being but I fear she will be made of anti-matter altogether, too complementary and so in the face of an oppositional universe I turn to poetry, just vegetate scour for a physics that might suit md better, sweeter, finer truly orgiastic resonating like bongos played in bars and night clubs by some California genius spirit a figure so rich pushing the outside of the envelope with every squiggle of chalk smooth stroke of his pen
DRAGON YEAR the Great Khan rides at the head of his golden army followimg the Sun everywhere trees blossom trees die words change new names for everything old show new show time is now a flooded river we are in a dragon year
FULL HOUSE sorry I was going to send you this poem but someone shuffled my papers mixed me up completely dealt a hand of jokers when I was crying for trying for a full house anything that would shoe I had all my cards in the suit of humanity
BETWEEN EXTREMES get twisted by the cynicism blown away by the naked irony throws me this way and that up and down the human spectrum and yes I can do Socrates can do Atilla can do St Francis and do Genghis Kham in my genes I am both Norman Viking and Catholic martyr every word here part of that inner negotiation solution plotted in the dialectic and reconcilation between extremes between extremes
FORGIVE ME forgive me O poets of Palestine for I sat round idly looling for rhymes, for couplets whilst you were targeted and killed something about the word even at its softest, most musical cannot but be a threat to the iron mind of power and so I am trying to compose somwtgknv here asking for forgiveness looking for redress but my imagination is failing feels annihilated have no means to express how it feels, what it means to be hit by bombs and bullets in thd middle of a poem thrse tired old feet, these crippled legs putting up such resistance as I hazard a step in your broken, bloody shoes
CORE VALUES Yes I know about your core values saw them on display the good the bad and the ugly in that film about the List.
MAMBAS so complacent and complacent yet again left-brain, right wing such recipe for human stupidity deluding yourselves into expecting slow worms when we came as mambas — venom measured to make maximum use of every critical drop and prempting rebuttal speed off ths charts impossible to catch us and how you floundered losing your sense of place and actual places slipping into paralysis mamba neurotoxic venom stealing into your system taking slow but incontravertibly catastrophic effect
WHITEBOARD
I see
two pictures
of a
whiteboard
believe
they have been
decontextualized
all the blood
washed away.
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