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CASCADE

CASCADE weaponize this poem harshly weaponize it softly need to defend the indefensible suck good blood truth (and hashtag) out of my thumb opposable entity, fattest of fingers and hey hey Deleuze happy hanaka Hegel me in line with arm raised high to deflect legal contention from terror, my accomplice me now in bed waiting for breakfast, as simple as a one slice two slice open-face sandwich making for an interesting dialectic, however you elect to interpret reader writer master slave blurring of these categories, until, who knows?, look to the East! Look to the South! maybe a cascade

BY THEIR FRUIT

BY THEIR FRUIT

I have such trouble
writing this poem

my words swell fat
like overripe fruit
burst on
   my page, on my fingers

covering everything with
sap wet, thick
and sticky

in colour and feel
indistinguishable from blood

and these
    are the same words
the golden children of the law
use in the court room

where
      such words do
not explode, do not
shatter the auditorium
with blood-juice
          and bomb shrapnel

proving
     (sadly, sadly)

that there will always be something about poems, about

poets
and the power
of their poetry

that remains forever
                          at a distance

tragically unreal

DEBT

DEBT

wanted to
write a little poem
about suffering
about genocide

but
spam and telemarketing
rained down
from Heaven like
peverse
pay-later manna

and incessant reminders and
encouragement
to settle my
outstanding
debts wonderful, this world

once God
declared for capitalism
poetry and
profit
such excellent bedfellows
like lovers
in Hell

and talking of Hell
there is
fear and consideration
of media troll monsters
children of the children of
the fat uncles and
aunties
who battleshipped the streets
in my small English town

so no poem
I’m sorry

no tiny increment to
add to this struggle

you are
on your own again, I’m
afraid

nothing more than ashamed failure
(with the rest of the world
accused by
this legal Penthisilea

I stand
not with
my brave South African
compatriots
far from this dock)

STORY

STORY

it’s your story
so stick to it

you need a good story
a whopper to turn

a blind eye
to all
this suffering

listen to those on
the screen who
carefully explain

see
how they attack you
when you can
no longer
believe

so much suffering
but suffering is transitory

we all
suffer

suffering is unreal

now we have
that out of the way
stick to your principles, be one
of the staunch
supporters
good
upright people

It’s your story
and you’re
sticking to it

how you
would suffer
if they took that away

TEMPLE TUNE

TEMPLE TUNE

Odd you should miss it

how you estranged us
lifted up the carpet
pulled back the curtain

suddenly
showed everything

and all that history,
that mythology
came
    tumbling down

something ingrained here
about the Sampson option

bringing the temple crashing
about you heads

sadly forgetting
these are
our heads too
      our heads too

we were part
   of that story

but now we see it for
what it is

             a wild, psychotic dream
danger to humanity