poem – Page 177 – poems 2 die for

TUMBLE

TUMBLE I saw you take a tumble fall off the stairway to heaven that great guitar riff playing in the background and so you fell plunged further hit harder than him hurled headlong in that poem by Milton the whole of humanity screamed at your fate demanded you be saved but you did not, could not budge your crimes, though spin-doctored were insanely terrible.

WITH EURIPIDES

WITH EURIPIDES it’s a strange theatre we are watching one where the actors leap off the stage slaughter the audience kill every single one of us I am sure neither the Elizabethans nor the Greek tragedians foresaw this development this total identification of player with character in this strange new brand of history play

NOODLE

NOODLE far from anywhere in the city of Noodle people flattened by the shockwave here left them aghast at this branch of the species so much to learn, too little time in this state of decline our total destruction they fear

TURING TEST

TURING TEST see you posing as trying to be pretending to be purporting to be an ntellectual this you somehow cannot be obviously in human terms I would stoop to the political correctness to label you: cerebrally challenged but if your intelligence just so happen to be artificial I would inquire whether something in your hardwire might not have been substandard perhaps gone radically wrong all your chips jammed up too much sickly slimy spin saturating the silicon innards . making your tech feel stolid steampunk, the crowning achievement of a now distant century

OH MUSE OF SATIRE

OH MUSE OF SATIRE

oh muse of satire

make the armies small
as the pipsqueaks of Lilliput

make the kids big
as the giant children
of Brobdingnag

then
in the eyes of God
we can have us
a fair
fight!

SNOW

SNOW think of snow when the white phosphorous touches you think of ice and cold, cold snow passing through your body travelling through your bones

RED LINE

RED LINE red line green line yellow line every flavour of line labyrinth which is that you need to lose your way in this ancient place and this is forgetting all about biblical brown and regal purple one being sterile the other being sacred the stars in Heaven totally incompetent here by way of guidance cannot tell you whatever or, for that matter, any which is which

FROM A GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE

FROM A GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE
(MORE LIKE HOME)

the Earth is
our planet

it is
a sphere

here, I fear,
there is a
     disconnect

something is not
correct, far
from right

should have been
an oblong, a T-
square;
      a triangle, a prism,
a duodecahedron

would
     have suited us better

better fit
   for the way we think

felt infinitely
    more like home

WHEREWITHAL

when a poet
stands up
to a bomb

the bomb wins

we all
lose

the Universe
stood
with

her

with him

MASK OFF

MASK OFF I took your mask off and then your clothes and though in what followed there was an intensity of proximity so close, and yet still in entirely different realities courtesy of digital space.