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STEPS TAKEN

STEPS TAKEN

wash the blood
of these steps

scrub the plaques,
the statues until
it all looks
pristine
  ersatz Athenian

shepherd in your student flock
they are your volk
you are
responsible for
their
safe-
    conditioning
(yet still might have to
get some tasered;
still might
have to get
some heads beaten in)

sitting securely in your much prestigious  chair, 
huge and padded
to signal desinated role,  supposed supreme authority
power
     totally screwed in

and yet
to
   remain on
the safe side

better
stuff your ears with wool
turn headphones
up to full

for the skies are screaming,
the heavens thundering,
the ghosts of great
intellectuals who
graced your halls
are Siren-shrieking

throwing out of kilter
all yout factory
procedures

your vaunted
education
is nothing
but lobotomy

duplication of
all
   that is
crass, all that is brutal
all that is pitiless,
merciless

apotheosis
of horde

SLAP-BANG

SLAP-BANG

I took Socrates
on a tour of the campuses
in turmoil

they were peaceful
but then the cops
and every kind
of president demanded
they be taught a lesson

I watched the old,
self-appointed philosopher
shake his head
wondering if these
were not,
given the architechure, given
the phalynx formations
graphic scenes from
a battle
slap-bang in the middle
of the Peloponnesian War

NEON

NEON

darkness has a logic
for every logic
an anti-logic

but
   let us forget this
and proclaim
a realm
of Neon

neon blossoming
on trees of perspex and plastic
glass abd steel

in the rain
these flowers
        beyond perfect
in a
forest of neon
such enchanted being

no one will have need of
darkness
      the very

thought of
darkness
                for whatever reason
      ever again

SALVATION

SALVATION

mind your.
Ps and
Qs
watch
your gramnar

any mistake
they will pounce on it
use it agsknst you

who.would have thought it
this is
    hearf of darkness
double standard
beyond double
standard

the belly of the beast
where
     eveey madness, every
distortion
every Frankenstein monster
of the political
imagination

they are all
engineeted

and it
    is venom to them
this tiny protest, voice.
for humanity
is every
kind of toxin

it is Holy water
to a wicked witch

it is
a powsr that shocks
since no one foresaw it
in their
wildest dreams
no one
thought you had

a light
in this darknesss
out salvation



LOVE FIGURE

LOVE FIGURE

I do not possess
the technology
to love you

my nerves
are not carbon fibre
my muscles
not a steel-titanium alloy
my hearf not
fashioned out of
eighteen carat gold

these for love
are default model,
basic requirements

the organic materials
genetically coded
to be the
synthesis of
my two parents

is no way the stuff
of which figure of love
needs to
be composed.

MEDITATION

MEDITATION

I sit and meditate
think mandala
recite mantra

or, alternatively,
though not necessarily
in an alternate dimension,
I watch YOUTUBE videos;
play computer games

awaiting, patience
stretched to the limit,
the inevitable advent
of serious divine rage

in the form of accursed plague
or extinction level event

but more personally,
aimed at me individually for
my failure to act
in any meaningful way
to alter the course
we are on towards
unforgivable evil

these poor satirical efforts
less in the scheme of things
than slinging
a single pebble
take out the giant and
then every giant
in his gang

for which
one needs state
of the ordinance, top
of the line
defence systems

and the Devil
does not distribute
to just anybody
such intricate
technologies

has to
make

absolutely sure
they are not used for good.