SHINY
.
people
become evil
it happens
every
day
especially
the shiny ones
in all they do
and
say
people
become liars
it happens
every day
they gibble
gobble goebbels
the
truth
it happems
every day, every
single way
and who do it
best? you ask
well who
could it
be but
the shiny ones
justified in
every single
lie
lie
upon lie
because they
are
the ones who
need
to shine
day in
day out, day up
day down
the only
shiny side
they
are the shiny side
CURLED let me take a break from being a political animal writimg to protect humble humanity from true zealots of God missionaries who taste like, smell like (a bit too much sulphur there in with the holy napalm, cordite white phosphorous) feel I have to speak for them nobody listening when they speak for themselves (but now from the South some eighty-four page document so much devil in that detail some holy spokesperson said) time for me to go snake style serpent sidle up next to you slither out of fighting for humanity to fighting for you or just curling up close forked tongue doing the talking flickering into every hidden secret place ultra-sensitive your own true King Cobra we need you if not to entertain then pay (at least) lip service to our huge fantasies we souls of the great serpent born in the snake year
FARM STORY I am all farmed out Tick tock me here on your doomsday clock on the farm you will see I need my tik I need my beautiful tribe of B to get me atomic golden shower of abracadabra (hashtag Hasbara) help me to isolate myself stand against every creature, every animal calls itself humanity doesn’t rwconize tgd beauty of a bunker buster pure cluster bomb (failing which there is always the nuke in the cupboard) but this just the beginning every true alpha needing its omega its sky raining gamma needed to sort out everything unspeakable that crawls yes my dear saviours in your sanctified flavours need to demonize every farm imsect out here every stick of farm produce every evil land mime of flower only B’s Heavenly true propaganda hits the spot righf spit can correct my poor eyes attune to the power show things as really are.
SUMMIT ten thousand candles a sea of flowers hundred bottles of fragrant oils and above all three stage booster . to launch our capsule summit of my romantic desires
CHALLENGED
Like all criminals
I am arithmetically challenged
cannot count up to,
never mind beyond
20,000
so many integers missing
fractions and
decimals
buried under the rubble
so levy your articulate accusations
against me
that I am
chlld of darkness rapist
animal in
league
with the Devil
go through the text, this text,
if not the eighty-odd
closely argued
pages
and we shall see
before Heaven and Earth
whose soul
is damned here
awaits
historical damnation.
ALIGNED cannot escape it this recurrent nightmare wandering lost around a campus looks like every university I ever taught ever studied at looks nothing vaguely like any of them at all and where is my time-table, my course guide, my GPS nothing in this scary dream line working like clockwork siderial-aligned and my classroom, when I get there, terminally empty an easier death metaphor would be so hard to find
PLUNGE
by all means
take
the plunge
by all means
rationalize your way clear
plunge
into bed with me
Benjamin and Joe
about to
play the
holocaust
card
cannot
help themselves
determined to
plumge us
into holiest
darkness
in the pursuit of
great principle wipe
out
tiniest speck of life
stitch us all up good
everything sewn up
good and solid
God’s great
gamma rays
like manna from
above
softly
parachuting down
and me
waiting for
birth of new universe
to have
any hope of loving you
so
here this
my
suggestion
that you
do take the plunge
GOLD
Ah! Mr
spokeperson all
that glitters
you shred what
was written
cover to
cover
as aligned with
every slurred devil
every
monster that
blasphemes
and this
before you
even read it
not even a single
painstakingly argued
ruthlessy documented
worth
sent
from ths South
our humble submission
where
all are
savages
know nothing
write anything.
THORNY
so much
ice in nice
in splice
and lice
barely
suffice
and there it is
in police too
shows what the brain
can scrabble through
a rose
by any other name
would be as thorny
thorns can do pretty much
all the bad
that barbed wire do
OF DARKNESS
devil poet
of the children
of darkness
yes, I can
live with that
coming from
the mouth
of such
a monster
of light
except
there might be
a conundrum
of physics
here
absolute confusion
and conflation
of fire
and light
not to
mention so
flagrantly angelic
in your
contempt for the law
poems 2 die for