ACCORDINGLY
this poem
(if you can call it that)
has been prescribed
for the safety of us all
in the interests
of National Security
no one may according
duplicate, disseminate, read,
repeat, cut splice dice
dip
into
take a single syllable
from this poem
allow the words
to proliferate, play
run
all over the play
and so
in the interests of
the preservation
of hard won liberties
let us
all
stay
on the same
page
rejoice in this dictate
FOR HANNAH ARENDT
what it the compassion
you can squeeze
like a lemon
drag
from a stone?
camp gypsy
coaxing a wealth
of sadness out of an accordion
a couple of devil
Halloween masks
fall by the wayside
not all that skims
is banal
entirely devoid of imagination
lips finding
special pleasure, dodging meaning
the road
once tangential is
now overgrown
unless it is autobahn
we were
talking compassion
but dismiss this, or
whatever
not enough tears
in out history
ever to drench you
IN PARENTHESIS
long division
square root
(stick night
black night
in parenthesis
before you take the liberty
to photon bombard it)
I would write
you up
if you were
worth the trouble
let you
take me in
your arms
and multiply me
all your chromosomes
gotten into the habit
or reading
me like a book
backwards forwards
straight line, arabesque,
turning
your story my story
into a flip thru
pop up
illustrated manuscript
shaving away those
bad dreams, wonky genes,
picking and choosing
choice bits
from my D
N
A spiral
not all behind
the scenes
the clothes
the blinds the curtains
so
seemingly old inert,
entropic, horribly
outworn
and outmoded
see how fresh how suddenly
green
when you edit, splice
cut through
sheath
down to essential fibre
highest factor lowest
common denominator
blend with which
life can perhaps do something
BOX
packed
my universe
into a box
not Pandora’s
not Schrodinger’s
and nothing
Chinese
a
b
o
u
t
it
set it
on its way
cast it
adrift
packed it
a box lunch
the universe never
giving
a free lunch
but here
we are talking
about the space
outside it
PIGGIES
three little piggies
high tailed (or short
curlied) it
to market
dreaming their dreams
ignoring the scene
of the town
all around
falling down being
bulldozed
earmarked
for gentrification
and behind them
still stalking that
big bad
business brained wolf
becoming more
of a friend
and worse of a wolf
to find
them so flush
with money
huffing and puffing
with big bags
loaded
schemes and
policies and deals to
make eyes water
no one
going to have
their house
blown down and invaded
and be splt
roast before breakfast
without
peace of mind of
adequate compensation
SPEAKING DIAGONALLY OF
WHITE SQUARE BISHOPS
white or black
it is the fate
of this bishop
to cling diagonally
to the white squares
long
range woe slinger
if you are
ecclesiastical
so is
every Angel of death
alabaster brain
under iconic mitre
you trust
to a white theology
to avoid abyss
the enemy knight
so alien a being
to your simple understanding
to close on one
only to hear
it has disappeared
trying
to always be on track, most
when fianchettoed
demanding clarity
fearing
antithesis
for you
other colour comes
to challenging everything Holy
all war
jihad unless
it be crusade
AH! BUTTERFLY
ah! little butterfly
fresh from your epic
of compression
and now expansion
gloriously, ridiculously transformed,
poster child for all
that less
extravagant a species
would have
never seen coming
though I do believe
wings are things
with which
I might have
been blessed before
I learnt to crawl
ONCE AGAIN
who knows
what lived there
in that stinky,
dirty brown pond
iced over
beautiful again
or so
it seemed to me
back then
here trying
to put into words
my childhood memory
SCRUB
scrub what I
said
previously, delighting
in your company
I am not prone to
insincerity, bound
to lie
about my infidelity
not going to dictate to you
theoretical or
otherwise (perhaps
the thread
running
counter-clockwise)
nor will I
allow myself to be
railed (meaning
mono-rsiled)
unwittingly into it
led by
the nose to find
Nature’s soft truth
bound by
those laid-down trails
marked out
as alluring reams of
ribboned finery
that all the world
might see and believe
no let me
unusually direct
sparing in
extravagant epithet
or punctuational necessity,
far from being
abstract voyeur or
philosophical contemplation
stuck at my window desk
sifting through papers
so much
snow, white
space
inside and out
already falling, falling
beginning to fall
already
up to my neck in it
obviously lost count of it
not a
bird (in the hand or
bush)
nest
to cuckoo in
within a proverbial mile
BANK ON IT
would not want anyone
written out of the picture
nor should I agree
with law of the bottom line
a wild economics
of division, profit, superfluity,
greed
will not stand, leave
anyone standing
alternatively, I do not
see myself, feel myself
in my millions
spruced in
standard blue overalls
waving proverbial red book
to spite laws of Nature
would
that we
had such power
were
a true collective
but
bells roll
walls fall
astronomical figures
locked in binary
simply
disappear
my anaconda
mythic tail-
swallowed, tale closer
inches closer
I hope
pray to God
I reach the counter before
countdown to closure
.
before
time goes Dali, melts
at its
leisure
but it would not
be prudent to bank on this
poems 2 die for