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DUE PROCESS

DUE PROCESS

give the Devil
his due

saw him hauled into
court for
every human rights
violation in
the book

mainly because
he wrote the book
(proudly proclaiming
we are
    still
   only half through it)

been up to his crimes
against us
    since the beginning
of time

which i am here
to spin as
  errors of omission, simple
misdemeanors

with this battery of lawyers
up against us
how on Earth could
guilt be proved
beyond
reasonable, terrible,
existential doubt

and with jury
of peers from
    the ranks and files of
humanity
carefully conscripted

and that Jagger-
Richards song fatally ringing
in all
    our ears

a convinction on
even the slightest and
most trivial and
totally indefensible
political offence
amongst all
of which he
stands accused of
commiting since
the dawn
of time itself

impoosible to get
the court
sure

to reject
   upon which, as I open
my case for the defence,

would
   bet my life and
immortal soul itself

so give the Devil his due
his day
    in court and

trust the process

CATHEDRAL

CATHEDRAL

sorry!

just a
slip of

the tongue

was just
imagining myself
a mamba
and
   the wrong
word flickered

wanted to
was of
a mind to
say
    “is it”
what came
            out

what I ended up
saying
   sounded like
“Zizek”

such a sublime little
slip
    fork
in the road, twist
of
   breath

and the hovel
of my art
            rising out
of its
foundations

becomes thing
long suppressed
                    other
than
itself

thinking of, naming,
seeing
     itself as

thing now
     descending, shape

in the clouds

maybe cloud to you
but to me
some
       kind of
cathedral

NAME OF THE GAME

NAME OF THE GAME

how to write
a poem

how to
not write
a poem

right track
start
from scratch

now here’s a scratch
could work upon it
open
     up

make into something
way bigger than
something your
domestic
    feline
might deliver

leave a scar? there’s
always a
scar
    par for the course,
name of the game

it is what
     it is

your child, your offspring
looking nothing
    like you
      wanted it to look
saying nothing
like
you wanted it to say

you thought it would
stick to you
   like a tatoo

change your voice, your look,
everything
     inside, how

you see
    the world

it’s just a poem, do not
fool yourself, on your way
to Sun, Star, Moon
Magician,
        La Maison Dieu

become
the Tarot Fool

poem is
     last word, final
analysis

          when all
is said
and done: something,
nothing, something and
nothing

everything no one saw
every word you spoke
                   but didn’t see
foresee
           .