poetry – Page 136 – poems 2 die for

WE

we live
we die
we love

we collide
we rise

we revisit
we revive

lose
win

surmount
survive

tally up the numbers
but —
cautionary tale —

they
never reconcile

WIRING

sorry about the writing
must be
something in
the wiring

keeps
rejecting dead
reckoning
flying

off at a tangent
seeking out the truth

TEETH

thanks
for the interview

which should
have happened
years ago

might then
have meant something

for what am I to say to;
share with ye avatars of empty

puppets and
stooges
political appointees

what
do you know of the word
and true human sensibility

your brains burnt rotten
but such
photogenic teeth

FROST

I am like
frost on glass
on grass

frost
on your window

am much akin

I am
frost on the page
cold
and old

frozen
to the touch but

thaw
when you breathe me

stay with me a moment
that we both
start to
smoulder

both
learn to flow.

UNDER LIBRA

balance
temperance
transcendence

I check my calendar
assiduously
wondering when they
might
reappear

(if
they ever
did appear)

so much bad substance
dark matter festering
this many a day

coming to the surface
bursting every
tectonic
plate

hot slick sludge volcano
whose pyroclastic flow
covering in
magma
whole wealth of detail

that it
is turning out to be
this change
of epoch morning

whilst I spin my roladex top database
like an insane creature trapped
in the winking
headlights of extinction

searching for a theoretician
(any still standing
though
tossed
aside)

can explain
this shit to me

balance transcendence temperance

I hold off
on judgement

(sum
of all my fears)

EYES ONLY

wealth is quasar
wealth is
ball of frozen ammonia

titanic ringed would be
archetype of
liquid methane gas

wealth is the paradox out there
for your, my, our,
their
eyes only

wealth is ever spiralling
golden fractal pattern

is, as Blake did put it
universe of mystery
in a
grain of sand

YOUR TRUTH

for so long
I swore by your truth

you must
have laughed

saw
me coming

led me
by the nose

and as totally
misleading narratives go
yours was a
beauty

reality, truth,
totally flipped
on its head

and what power
you now marshal
what wicked schemes
imaginations
you do recruit

to save
that lie (fountain
of ever fabrication
that flowed their after)

your
divine line

and here, frankly, I must
confess I am
terminally disappointed

LATER

we have
to protect you
it is our
legal right

our supreme duty
your sacred obligation
to allow
us to do what we
need to do
for you

hate speech
will hurt you horribly
break you, destroy
you
and so
a freedom
we cannot possibly allow

can’t let it
get to you, consume you

whatever it takes
to protect you

even if we have to
blow your brains out
at point blank range

these the lengths
we prepared to go
you
may thank us later

POTATOES

potatoes
are no ways
hypocrites

even if
hiding the meat
beside them

cabbages
do not plot
against constitutional
free speech

rhubarb grows tall
neither by
virtue of
disinformation, nor
by spin
or misdirection

they take the world as it is
do not cater to its functions
and fictions

are there
to be eaten

PENMAN

saw those old school
photos yet once more

(was looking for something
relevant
and they just
fell down)

so angelic that face and
mop of blonde curls

would seem to have
“grows up to become
cruel spree-killer
written
all over him”

so easy to strip, lock and
load an automatic weapon
after careful study
(nose buried
in that manual)

so much harder a labour
filling basket after basket
with failute, screwed
up paper

battling the odds
to pen a poem