FULL HOUSE sorry I was going to send you this poem but someone shuffled my papers mixed me up completely dealt a hand of jokers when I was crying for trying for a full house anything that would shoe I had all my cards in the suit of humanity
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BETWEEN EXTREMES
BETWEEN EXTREMES get twisted by the cynicism blown away by the naked irony throws me this way and that up and down the human spectrum and yes I can do Socrates can do Atilla can do St Francis and do Genghis Kham in my genes I am both Norman Viking and Catholic martyr every word here part of that inner negotiation solution plotted in the dialectic and reconcilation between extremes between extremes
FORGIVE ME
FORGIVE ME forgive me O poets of Palestine for I sat round idly looling for rhymes, for couplets whilst you were targeted and killed something about the word even at its softest, most musical cannot but be a threat to the iron mind of power and so I am trying to compose somwtgknv here asking for forgiveness looking for redress but my imagination is failing feels annihilated have no means to express how it feels, what it means to be hit by bombs and bullets in thd middle of a poem thrse tired old feet, these crippled legs putting up such resistance as I hazard a step in your broken, bloody shoes
CORE VALUES
CORE VALUES Yes I know about your core values saw them on display the good the bad and the ugly in that film about the List.
MAMBAS
MAMBAS so complacent and complacent yet again left-brain, right wing such recipe for human stupidity deluding yourselves into expecting slow worms when we came as mambas — venom measured to make maximum use of every critical drop and prempting rebuttal speed off ths charts impossible to catch us and how you floundered losing your sense of place and actual places slipping into paralysis mamba neurotoxic venom stealing into your system taking slow but incontravertibly catastrophic effect
WHITEBOARD
WHITEBOARD
I see
two pictures
of a
whiteboard
believe
they have been
decontextualized
all the blood
washed away.
CASCADE
CASCADE weaponize this poem harshly weaponize it softly need to defend the indefensible suck good blood truth (and hashtag) out of my thumb opposable entity, fattest of fingers and hey hey Deleuze happy hanaka Hegel me in line with arm raised high to deflect legal contention from terror, my accomplice me now in bed waiting for breakfast, as simple as a one slice two slice open-face sandwich making for an interesting dialectic, however you elect to interpret reader writer master slave blurring of these categories, until, who knows?, look to the East! Look to the South! maybe a cascade
SANCTUARV
SANCTUARV give my safe place far from your safe place for you have made me the antithesis of your identity essential for your entire meaning of self opposition without which you could not ezist
BY THEIR FRUIT
BY THEIR FRUIT
I have such trouble
writing this poem
my words swell fat
like overripe fruit
burst on
my page, on my fingers
covering everything with
sap wet, thick
and sticky
in colour and feel
indistinguishable from blood
and these
are the same words
the golden children of the law
use in the court room
where
such words do
not explode, do not
shatter the auditorium
with blood-juice
and bomb shrapnel
proving
(sadly, sadly)
that there will always be something about poems, about
poets
and the power
of their poetry
that remains forever
at a distance
tragically unreal
WARRIOR
WARRIOR raw farmer land stealer we that being the writers and intellectuals that survive will divest you of that coat of light dump true dark self in the dock ship you off far far away where you dare hurt nobody get you to sit in solitary explain yourself to yourself dark and light selves in their bitter final conflict