ONCE UPON A TIME
once upon
a time
we were
slick together
made a child
perfect creature
but time passed
it grew
to confound
surpass our
expectations
became adult
we had to leave
kind of
a sad
goodbye
leave him
a world fucked up
by our generation
trouble with us,
those like us
after a while
we forget
to care
AS YOU RECITED
was following you
up the hill,
climbing, climbing,
as you recited
but then
looked back (fatal
flaw) only to
realize,
what was a mighty river,
now, barely a stream,
now just a
couple of intrepid
stragglers,
the number diminished
so many disappeared
and now
just you and I until
with shock I
realized
that even you
had, lost heart, had
lost faith, or
it was
always a con
not willing
to die
upon
that hill
the whole of humanity
regimented, controlled,
faithfully in
line
told
what to do
marching off
to war
for Empire
to shed their blood
die in
droves
that power never
show
its
powerless face
POOR OLD
poor old
dystopia
what is
there
left to say
sadly, can
no longer
be science
fiction creature
of dark imagination
your evil
become so ordinary,
everyday, run
of the mill, super tawdry,
ultra banal
here is
Hannah Arendt
left
totally gob-
smacked
nothing to add to
the discourse, not
a single
cutting to
the heart erudite
contribution
to capture the moment
define the terrain
TALKING DESIGN
Chomsky being currently out of commission
dunno who is going to
explain to me
whether love
is transitive
or intransitive verb
and then,
as regarding the word
as substantive
is it here
by design or
off the cuff a thing
we just
make?
and talking design
blue prints, project management,
where are
we exactly now as
everything
ebbs and
flows?
time not just elastic
but a kind
of liquid
I have felt that before
and,
Occam’s razor aside,
do believe it confirmed
inside outside
don’t spook me out
with talk of wall to
wall
consciousness
sloshed around
like buckets of whitewash
yes
talking of design
why were we not all created,
designated, love engineers,
exquisite
mechanics of pleasure
so much in our specs (as
sent out
into deep space)
to have us believe this
well within our range
CORE
Marco Rubio
in his, speech
to the Munich Putz
crossing
the Rubicon
Rubicon
Rubicon
let’s in his honour,
rename it
the Rubiocon
don’t came us waiting
here in Africa
anxious
for your hard
regime change
outright colonization
the soft big mac and coke
and Hollywood
attempts to
colonize by
mind assimilation
not
cutting the mustard
not cutting
anything
any more
carriers
in our waters, marines and
ice police
on the shore
bulldozers, cranes and
every means of
excavation
screaming, streaming
to the Core.
WELCOME
Earth
sent me
an SMS
(who the f
gave it my number?)
told me regrettably
that we are
all over
our heads
have broken
the bank
totally overspent
outstayed
our welcome.
SAVING
I’m saving up
for Armaggedon
when a can
of beans
is worth
a billion dollars
and the queues
into Hell take
forever
(need to
purchase
snacks
so as not to starve)
the queues into
Heaven
no where
to be
found
and ditto the entrances
when the big one falls
enough collective
guilt
to go many times around.
ON THE SPOT
You asked me
for an inspirational poem
so I filled an oil drum
with every sugary
sweet
epithet I could
on the spot
regurgitate
dowsed the contents
with treacle
knock yourself out
with this
the spoon
of spoons.
EUROPA
years of darkness
my skin
seriously
lightened
fog of war, smoke,
gas blindness,
could not scry the sky
nothing to do
with Renaissance,
Enlightenment
that and
other
choice bull
this
before you now
hogshead
on a platter
my
flash news
EXPERIMENTAL
experimental
mental
banking on
une chanson l’amour
a kind of magic
watch my hands
each a little
imp
of diversion
distraction
beneath the city
beneath the mountain
going nebula
creating
(that is
the theory at least)
special connection, entanglement,
new pathways
kind of comical pondering
this nothing
is real reality
that is emerging
big box
of paradox
tied up
with a rainbow bow
and there we were
the two of us blessed cursed
to live a
life of standard fare
not a shred
of resonance between us
just
that initial shockwave
wave, particle
positive, negative, opposite
identical spin
who
would have hazarded
a guess at it?
what
were the odds?
poems 2 die for