poetry – Page 186 – poems 2 die for

FOR HUMANITY

FOR HUMANITY would like to thank you for what you have done for rationality thank you profusely for what you have done for the truth above all, thank you for what you have done for human decency and humanity but for what you have done for God I think best to leave it to Him to thank you Himself

SHINY

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

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

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

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

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