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ULTIMATE ULTIMATION

ULTIMATE ULTIMATION

here they are
you raw meat
paid for
attack dogs

here
at the tribunal
to lay down
the law
ram down
our throats
your ultimate ultimation

not for the truth
not for humanity
but for the lobby, desperate
for survival, desperate
for salvation

shame your
weapon of mass coercion

you should yourselves
be ashamed of

if you had
an ounce of subtlety
of integrity, a gram

AT THE CHATEAU OF TOGETHER

AT THE CHATEAU OF TOGETHER

“There are open spaces in
Shakespeare”.  Slavoj Zizek

I was happy to
meet you at
the chateau
of together

not at the Winter Palace
or haunted Elsinore

we
   were both so happy

but so, so distracted

we cuddled pathetically
and I remembered
telling you
    one of those astute
brainteasing jokes
of the amicable Slavoj

whose humour and
critique of power
I found myself, yet again,
struggling
      to explain.

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption

which it would be
mortal sin

for you
not to believe

and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror

to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
      the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be

for your disinformation
this is it
      exactly,

everything to
be
                 blind to

all we
in our souls
are commanded to see

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