poem – Page 184 – poems 2 die for

CURLED

CURLED let me take a break from being a political animal writimg to protect humble humanity from true zealots of God missionaries who taste like, smell like (a bit too much sulphur there in with the holy napalm, cordite white phosphorous) feel I have to speak for them nobody listening when they speak for themselves (but now from the South some eighty-four page document so much devil in that detail some holy spokesperson said) time for me to go snake style serpent sidle up next to you slither out of fighting for humanity to fighting for you or just curling up close forked tongue doing the talking flickering into every hidden secret place ultra-sensitive your own true King Cobra we need you if not to entertain then pay (at least) lip service to our huge fantasies we souls of the great serpent born in the snake year

FARM STORY

FARM STORY I am all farmed out Tick tock me here on your doomsday clock on the farm you will see I need my tik I need my beautiful tribe of B to get me atomic golden shower of abracadabra (hashtag Hasbara) help me to isolate myself stand against every creature, every animal calls itself humanity doesn’t rwconize tgd beauty of a bunker buster pure cluster bomb (failing which there is always the nuke in the cupboard) but this just the beginning every true alpha needing its omega its sky raining gamma needed to sort out everything unspeakable that crawls yes my dear saviours in your sanctified flavours need to demonize every farm imsect out here every stick of farm produce every evil land mime of flower only B’s Heavenly true propaganda hits the spot righf spit can correct my poor eyes attune to the power show things as really are.

SUMMIT

SUMMIT ten thousand candles a sea of flowers hundred bottles of fragrant oils and above all three stage booster . to launch our capsule summit of my romantic desires

CHALLENGED

Like all criminals
I am arithmetically challenged

cannot count up to,
never mind beyond
20,000

so many integers missing
fractions and
decimals
buried under the rubble

so levy your articulate accusations
against me

that I am
chlld of darkness rapist
animal in
league

with the Devil

go through the text, this text,
if not the eighty-odd
closely argued
pages

and we shall see
before Heaven and Earth

whose soul
is damned here

awaits
historical damnation.

ALIGNED

ALIGNED cannot escape it this recurrent nightmare wandering lost around a campus looks like every university I ever taught ever studied at looks nothing vaguely like any of them at all and where is my time-table, my course guide, my GPS nothing in this scary dream line working like clockwork siderial-aligned and my classroom, when I get there, terminally empty an easier death metaphor would be so hard to find

PLUNGE

by all means
take
the plunge

by all means
rationalize your way clear
plunge
into bed with me

Benjamin and Joe
about to
play the
holocaust
card

cannot
help themselves
determined to
plumge us
into holiest
darkness

in the pursuit of
great principle wipe
out
tiniest speck of life

stitch us all up good
everything sewn up
good and solid

God’s great
gamma rays

like manna from
above

softly
parachuting down

and me

waiting for
birth of new universe
to have

any hope of loving you

so
here this
my

suggestion
that you
do take the plunge

GOLD

Ah! Mr
spokeperson all
that glitters

you shred what
was written

cover to
cover

as aligned with
every slurred devil
every
monster that
blasphemes

and this

before you
even read it

not even a single
painstakingly argued
ruthlessy documented
worth

sent
from ths South

our humble submission
where
all are
savages

know nothing
write anything.

THORNY

so much
ice in nice
in splice
and lice

barely
suffice

and there it is
in police too

shows what the brain
can scrabble through

a rose
by any other name
would be as thorny

thorns can do pretty much
all the bad
that barbed wire do

OF DARKNESS

OF DARKNESS

devil poet
of the children
of darkness

yes, I can
live with that

coming from
the mouth
of such
a monster
of light

except
there might be
a conundrum
of physics
here

absolute confusion
and conflation
of fire
and light

not to
mention so
flagrantly angelic

in your
contempt for the law

CHARLES

CHARLES

wanting the dream life
of a poet

Charlie L
put his faith in Spinoza

write with determination
and thd Universe
will determine

the world will
find its way and
death will come middle –
aged

find him
at the poverty shelter

under his pillow, big
as a gong,
the poetry medal
he once won

not
by a lomg shot tragic, nowhere
near the world’s greatest

not even
an also ran, but
despite myself

I care