WING
Oh my little
chaos butterfly
soft as a poem
you flap
your wings
but no storm
no hurricane
agitated to fury
other
side of
the globe
by the breath
of this
wind
just
megaton upon
megaton
falling to
Earth
spawned
of this gossamer
first strike that will leave
in its wake
no speck
of life
not a tiny
living thing.
HOSPITAL
went to a bombed out hospital
got projected
onto a screen
saw it there
shadow of my
brutality
lucky
for me
not terminal
fatal
in fact
a most civilized thing
PECULIAR
I am human being
a peculiar species of alien
my value
as creature, as individual
varies
between tuppence for
basic bagful of
chemical contituents
and millions for
anyone unlawfully
injuring
or slandering me
and here I am
steeped in the species wisdom
of a few
thousand years
willing to share
before you summon
the strength
to
sweep my off
your doorstep,
stick me
in a
hold with cargo
on the backseat
of a plane
thanking me for my visit
that I
peculiar as it all
now sounds
do
not return again.
SCORPIUS
Last time I saw you
it was middle of November
just after your birthday
you were with someone
who looked alien
on the dark
side of the Moon
Scorpius was at its zenith
and you wwre discussing
telekinesis, expanded
consciousness
and meme
transmission
wbklst I stood quiet
as a Sentinel
unobserved
as I had been through
each of a host of
less
than celestial
shapes
and incarnations
defined by the demeanor each
tragic loss
to survive.
UNLESS
the meek shalt
inherit the Earth
unless
the meek
are beneath
contempt
snake slithering
leopard crawling
bellies
scraping desert
sand or
black soil
leading you to think
no
response has been planned
no strategic trap
your low
and high roads
so undermined
Ah yes,
the Earth as promised
will be theirs
their force an army too
huge, top astute,
to meek
and mild
to suffer defeat, be
any way cheated
I say “unless”
but this is certainty
DOOR
there
is a gate
between
us
one of us
cannot, dare
not enter
the other
has the power
there is a
gate
between us
exactly as, and
totally different from,
how it looks
gate eternal, gate temporary
provisionsal
and stop-gap barrier
contrary to what
you have told eveybody,
have told me
there is a gate between
us
nothing
like a door
THE OTHER DAY
a demon
was born
the other day
a ghoul
rose from the Pit
you fit them
both in
uniform
tailored
to a perfect fit
SO SURREAL
O (for black hole)
it has become so surreal
so much
tunneled under I no
longer feel the ground
to be
safe
under my feet
no place to shelter
no place to hide
they sow fire and death
from above, supersonic vampires
(must give our
instant mistrust to
mythology
of eagle)
so
messed up and mixed
the blood that God (so you
tell me)
wants
to keep apart
churned together so thick
and who can
demarcate, who can divide
madness from reason, demonic
from divine
Heaven from Hell?
and you don’t
have to read up on rapture
to know we are
in Hell
except that place is pure evil,
unmitigated by
this stupidity
that we
see all around us, bombarding us
from all screens
definitve of humanity (no not
science
or philosophy)
and there are
chasing the white rabbit
wondering why
no sign of Oz
just bad stand up politicians
so horrible at comedy
should say
truly terrible
and leave it at that
O for black hole
(this Universe not going well)
SHOW ‘N TELL
show me
your love
don’t
tell
correction!
after a week of
show
24/7
words
have been earned
will
enshrine, augment
then you can tell;
then we can tell
enthral each other forever
Ooooo in
the way we
tell, tell, tell
SETTLERS
the settlers came
to
grow
their crops
farm
the land
build their cities
write their stories
transform
the landscape
kill
the truth
bury it
for the rest of time
poems 2 die for