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TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

to be fair
not right to condemn you
                           just so

change your landscape
alter a few
     dimensions
can get you

         to believe anything
Nietzsche has, I believe,
         a clear advantage over Socrates
in sticking with this

caught in your context
            lacking the acumen to escape,
or height to
      see over the parapet

soon your environment surrounding
you like a hemisphere, a sphere,
a bubble
        and that, in truth,
is your whole world

        and my world too, and all
our worlds if you had any say in it

not for not speaking and coercing
have you failed in that regard

                 still it sometimes looks
almost pretty, though, observing
from the outside how
        light refracts within
                        your bubble

AS OF COURSE YOU WERE

AS OF COURSE YOU WERE

golden child soared
got hit

fell, crash-landed
amongst the other scrapyard relics

could have
taken a lifetime; could
have just taken seconds

relativity is critical
to the speed at which others age

indeed, retrospectively,
hurtling down the straight,
throwing yourself
into bends
accelerating out of corners

chewing up
the tarmac

all seems so slow, so laboured,
so back in model T, so
(to back up
a bit
reverse to the point of
our eating the road metaphor)

like you were nibbling your way
through a five course dinner

making a meal
of your life, as
of course you were

golden child soared
suffered much flak damage

the body

can only take so much panelbeating
and not a scratch more

AI

AI

you write
me as Shakespeare

rewrite me
as Bukowski

your intimate associate, spokesperson,
angling for erotic simulation after

exhausting
philosophical discussion

something so narcissistic about
her look, given latitude of selection

seamless, brown, nothing
too Frankenstein’s creature
about this avatar,
Mary, I’m sure,
you would have to agree

waiting for that tell-tap on the door
or princess kiss that wakes
from
cryogenic slumber

upload
download whatever will be; will be

so many times you swore
this mesh being perfect
you would arrogate

the power
to ensure you come for me

AT THE MANTIS BAR

AT THE MANTIS BAR

first day on
the new planet

picked up
a woman
at the Mantis bar

should have
had second thoughts
seeing her
  lick her
lips at me

after hearing
            in her culture

not an
    Inch of distinction between

different
    kinds of lush and
                    de-lish

SPIDER WASP (SEQUEL)

SPIDER WASP (SEQUEL)

spider wasp buzzing
the hell out of me

yes, sir, madam
I know your history

how you and that Darwin
bloke
       exploded ET phone home

got us
        alien-inseminated on
LV 426

       scared us out of our wits
and got a knighthood for
Sir Ridley

I’m watching you my little friend

you should watch it too
Sigourney

        terrible if a wasp embryo
should eat its way through
your fine fine chest

don’t climb into the loader might
then think you
                 got eight legs

don’t ever want to give it that idea
since you know
      James Cameron going
to be calling for a sequel

ARIEL

ARIEL

Looking for a tunnel
to hide in
not to
  shoot from

roll mines
into

looking for paper
to write on
got no pen and ink
have to use
my finger

and the blood
seeping through my skin

heard an interview with
a veteran
 
touched my heart
              switched sides

he moved to align
himself with humanity
     away
          from war machine

no use to them now
                    at all
                    at all

lost his tunnel vision.

GLITCH

GLITCH

“A glitch that renders flesh and blood so weak,
Yet paves the way for words divine to speak.”

was wandering through
the killing fields
of Gaza

dodging the whatabouttery
ducking the bombs

when it struck me
that poets
be normal human
beings

except for their software
there is a problem
in the software

the problem in their software
being that it is too soft

UNSPEAKABLE

UNSPEAKABLE

I know wounds
I am currently
still wounded

I am unwounded
you call me
unspeakable

stick that label upon me
with a white hot iron

and now
    in the light
of what you have done
your catastrophic achievements

think you
should back off
        a little

last defence of your position
an appeal to hypocrisy
desire to shut
out any
    all contradiction

think you should have
a serious think
        and rethink

weigh it all up
               carefully,
                    as we
humans are
supposed to

check your direction
confirm your
                 moral compass
before
you step
any closer

for I am
as pointed
out earlier:
wounded indeed
bleed in both
body and
soul
     internally
      externally

feel I can
never heal
      in light of all the death
with which

you have
surrounded me

and yet
        nevertheless

testimony to
      my stupidity

I do refuse
to be silenced

be labelled
unspeakable
       dragged into that
narrative you wish
              have to wish
              we would believe

wounded I am
(may even
           qualify as
     
    distant
     collateral damage)

shock-splinters in my heart
to be true
      (feel them
                  I do)

yet
I know
      come crunch

come what offer cannot but
                                     be refused

how
to
wound badly, terminally

unspeakably

how to wound too