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HERE


HERE

it was not a great play

the Danish constabulary
arresting Hamlet’s
uncle
    in the final
scene

bringing him to justice
full force of the law

warm
    inside we felt
but harrowing catharsis
was what we
paid for

nothing quite like the blood
soaked stage
       that marks the escalation
to biblical proportions

full geometric progression
that marks the fulfiment
of desired revenge

likewise
      love restored
Othello and Desdemona
working on jealousy and
self image
    in partners’ therapy

or Dionysus giving Pentheus
a book to read
      about his divinity help
this stupid
  fascistic king

better understand
         the god of ecstasy’s ultimate
terrible kindness,
beautiful power
     (Nietzsche’s The Birth
of Tragedy
could do this well)

but
    none of these cut it
none make the cut
          regarding what
we need.

the hours spent in the theatre
must alter time, change
our perception

bring us
      to the threshold of
apocalypse at the
                  insane spectacle

such as

          is in flood across

the airwaves
.
as is presented here

LAST LAUGH I BELIEVE

LAST LAUGH I BELIEVE libraries of law rendered irrelevant thanks to an insult of a defence premised on the untenable presented as if it were an ad campaign and all we have now is shark in the tank and biggest gets to eat everything great white nosing its way in speed huge as a submarine think it’s just going to laugh if I proclaim myself to have court protection, have injunction, cease fire, have restraining order catch all those rows of serrated teeth last laugh is his I believe

PHYSICAL CONDITION

PHYSICAL CONDITION a nation of physicists how can I emigrate to them? will there be a test? will I be able to smooth myself in cope with this supremacy? for they live in this world with one foot in another ocean an ocean whose true depth will never be measured my mind struggling to calibrate itself to embrace all possibilities shape myself in line in order to become a natural naturalized citizen only world to my mind has any pretence of any hold on reality

DOOM

DOOM

don’t
tell us
our propaganda
is shit

don’t tell us
it is anything
but fabulous

to fail to observe
these commandments

will result in you being
accurately smeared
as racist fascist

we have spent many long years
working on our narrative
wondering exactly
how to defeat
and deal
    with tripe
like yours

indoctrinate your readers
confuse the
understanding of
your audience

          fix every issue
of reception
to give our human evil
all the deception
we deem necessary

establish
a watertight premise
or so
      it would appear

and
   so we now must warn you
advice you should take
not leave

do not
    follow the  same old same
old bad
satirical strategy

of hoping to throw enough of
these bad, insultive,incorrect
                               unrhymed poems

at the wall
      hoping, presuming

      one will stick

stuck
   right next to the spot
where the finger emerges
                and commences writing

a text
    of commeasurate anger

words
of exact same doom
     


NOT THAT I AM SAYING

NOT THAT I AM SAYING

my poem
is behind this wall

covered in fog, behind
a veil,
 
written
in an impenetrable code

guarded and gatekept
against each
and every
accusation
        of inhumanity

readers who are likely to
misread, misunderstand, come
to a wrong conclusion

must take care to
check the red sniper dot
bouncing around their head

not that I am saying
or would want you to infer
that I have scoped you
out
   from pride
of place and indeed have
you diabolically targeted

CONSIDERATION

CONSIDERATION disconnect uncouple float around taking it all in the beauty the existential the abstract all that is in this supposed simulation riven with torture carnage unspeakable pain and why if it is all a phantom supremely a fiction why is it of such deadly import what we think, what we say why are there lies we must all be cultivated to believe in propaganda from Heaven every single say

OF THE AGE

OF THE AGE lies live lies survive lies fly all over the place so much destruction in their wake their instinct being to replicate split like mutant cells divide and be careful how you yourself do define for here service to the lie loses the light goes completely blind for shadow has shown too easy it be to mistake the love of a death embrace become the thing we fear we hate the beautiful hypocrite of the age the lie in us so consummate

HOLES

HOLES

there are holes in the paper
places of quicksand

the words cannot
traverse this broken landscape

move at pace
across the page

shocktroop you with
tactical juxtapositions,
lightning images

no
the whole nature of
poetry has changed

those books on mechanized modernism
      so obsolete (ultimately
so) better
thow
   them away

                  only good
for metaphor

subtext is where
                   the power now
lies