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LUCKY MAN

LUCKY MAN

lucky you were
to survive
terrible things

you did not bomb Dresden
or Hamburg

or all the towns
and bridges
in Japan

prelude to
that most terrible
of all
invasions

in avoidance of which
they removed two
whole
   cities off the map

writing me into life
and thd whole of history
a bit differently

and you
      not plunging to Earth
fear and panic-striken
in a crippled Lancaster

symbol of war’s
    terrible fall from grace

the Icarus
in us all

the suns, twin suns
they dropped

casting
        such a shadow

lucky you were
        lucky your life in

regard to terrible things

COMMUNION TIME RHYME

COMMUNION TIME RHYME

The God we share
like food and wine
as we do bond
and bind
and indeed commune
spirit,
    soul
       and life

now finds himself
under lock and key
(remember keys?)

thing
   least like to hoard
and
   privatize

yet
    here we are

what could be more
pleasing than
to pray

for abundant
         store

he who closest to
the Father, Son and
Holy Spirit

rich thrice over
in his
prosperity gospel.





SO LET ME

SO LET ME

so let me
try to understand this

you write stuff
different form and
better than
anything better than
what I could write
more valuable to
the human race

than anything that I
could
    or might write

more truthful
to our
human
condition

than, you are sure,
as a principle of faith,
anything my ilk
could
    ever have written

when, truth is,
this stuff is incidental,
peripheral to who
we are

of absolutely no consequence
except where
in its excess, in
its call to arms, plea
for
    essential truth and
species transfoemation

a huge threat and danger
an evil setting itself
against my and
   all other’s
way
     of life

for which we must not
neglect our dury
to destroy
      you and your kind completely

no place in this world
for so insane a practice
and.
   pernicious conspiracy

HAPPY FAMILIES

HAPPY FAMILIES

we were playing
happy families

in the darkness
buried, bleeding
starving

to show that we are
humsn
    do what humans do

get bombed to bits
buried alive
by other humans
who contest our right
to be like them
to think
   and bleed and love
and feel

trying to do
what humans do

buried alive in
a flattened town
thankful at least that
unlike
     so many we

may yet survive
if and when
they dig us
out

playing the cards that
we have been dealt

to win
    the gsme you need a set

death and judgement and
the devil and
the falling down
.
cough the thick debris
dust out your lungs

and shout out what we all
do not, should not ever doubt

we are
all one family

QUARK QUARK

QUARK QUARK

I was fishing for quarks
in my mind
whilst playing chess

sometimes the serendipity
of the game
appeals

but not today where
every move is
wrong and
I am getting
battered to Hell

feudal and hierarchical
totally unforgiving on the surface
and in its depth

yet as gorgeous Gary,
incomparable attacker knew
it is all
      metaphor, life
lesson

this
    from the outset

as he rotates his way at
the table
     through every conceivable
variation of every conceivable defence

exuding Russian intensity
and Russian charm

(test and you will see
in exactly
      equal meaaure)

meanwhile the quaeks in my
brain are less like
sharks
     in the ocean than
Koi in a pond

all flash
      but no dash

my game in its death throes
thinking of the
great wizard of
Reykjavik
                his brilliance so
beyond me
beyond anything I am

I scan, I plan
      only the odd good move

bobbing up
     to greet me only when
could not be more obvious

quark
quark

nothing moving
from my side of  the board

                             not now

not ever

HEIRLOOM

HEIRLOOM

there will come a time
when you step
out of your front door

only to
find

the clock in the house
old family clock,
heirloom
    that both of them
for all their
differences obvious
and concealed, real
and imagined
     will both swear and
schedule their lives by

only
   to find

heirloom, heirdoom,
        doomloom

time inside and outside
could not
        be more relative

and there it is
         out of nowhere
a growing pains singulaity
                          suddenly
extreme gravity
cosmic, yes, but
              when you speak
them in the boat
whirling around the vortes
just
   outside
  the event horizon

you will learn the apt term,
which may, in this case,
well be
psychosexual

and there they are dictating,
prescribing
       these great theraputic
gentlemen

who never in the world did
you expect
to see
    in real life

persuading you, pleading with
you
    imploring you

to find your negation of
this house of fiction, parental
palace
    of delusion

and until such time
        use the back door to
leave

quietly
     and at peace