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SHORTCUT

SHORTCUT

taking a shortcut
across the river
to the recruiting office

need to get there
before the apocalypse and
before closing time

running across the river
and through the rainforest
where
     I can die next
to the bombed-out Church
like Sergeant Elias

defending freedom and
Democracy, for
the salvation of humanity
need
    to put my
    life on the line

before
closing time

     cpuld have been dropped
by a purple haze bird with
voice
    of  a mini-gun

but my feet just
     brushed the surface and
much to my My Lai rapture
I had
   reached ths other side

about to enlist staightout
but they needed
   to first test
         my morality

wanted no Sergeant Pepper
dreamer imagining
        peace upon
the
world
    community in our time

all you needing

           number nine

and me
      heading for the station
but it closing
                vanishing from
                               me

like the thing just apocryphal
thing
  a complete mirage

and me
     passing cross after
cross and
pyre
      after pyre

no doubt in my mind
this the last battle, the finsl war

in the midst of fire and
death and blood

     something feels reborn

PROFESSOR SUGAR CUBE

PROFESSOR SUGAR CUBE

wanted to
      dissolve all boundaries
between
    self and cosmos, writer
and word

sucked that juice out
instantly
       on the road to
strangest territory

such a dark, dark terminal
sweetness

    and multiple many-track
dimensions trapped within the
confines
        of that cube
         

.

MR DARWIN

MR DARWIN

the observation
became conjecture,
became hypothesis, became
theory, became
scientific truth
    (most
assured of
        truths)

but it was
    when it became
metaphor that the world burned
                      burned
in the interests
of survival of the fittest

when extended into our
                realm of analogy

      a monstrous fitness
giving itself license to brutally contrive
        rewrite the world

                  slaughter half
the species

        in name of room to maneuver
space to
be

fresh habitat to colonize
      build that new fantastic civilization

some of us always dreamt of
          the rest, our worst
        nightmare fear

                    this on the supreme strength
of the
        shape of a scale
                          length of a
feather

THINK I MUST HAVE READ SOMETHING LIKE IT BY H G WELLS

THINK I MUST HAVE READ SOMETHING LIKE IT BY H G WELLS

I feel it now
something
    burrowing
into
my brain

know the strategy;
see the tactical plan

how they plot
to nuke that landscape,
shred
    my opinions

reduce me to a compliant
all-accepting wreck

crucial my contribution
to this war
      of the worlds
upcoming election.

GASHED

GASHED

a butterfly
flapping its wings

can tip
the scales
in a chaos dynamic

as can
    as many bombs and shells
fired and dropped

onto an area
the size of a postage stamp

as dropped on Laos, Cambodia
and Vietnam entirely

         to save humanity
from itself

lucky
     we have
                 the power of
these skygods
              to look out for us

this
    the most angelic
of all butterfly effects
  

FOR THE GODS

FOR THE GODS

“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
             ― William Blake

Made in the divine image
(thus
   fabricated)

but how come
we get
so demonic

             allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure

succumb to the devil
in us

from
time to time
            to most
apocalyptic
of times

all the time
(that
     divine image getting
pretty mutated)

and then (stop me
and contest this) when

we think the divine
we get
   so divisive

cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal

and so
       here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
      begging)

which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
                        images

is the one with true sanction
the one

             from above?

All
      from

                below
equally above.

MORPHOLOGY OF MARTIAN

MORPHOLOGY OF MARTIAN

let us
   invent

an ancient language, lost
for millennia

call it “Martian”
let us
    construct a grammar
divine a morphology

a language that will
refuse to lend itself to
the trite
    and the trivial
bend its form and structure
in the service of evil

like all the languages do
on the planet right now

giving propagandists their
dark joy
  in the fabrication of oppositions
construction
  of hierarchies

building of pyramids and towers
to mask
     diabolical schemes

no let our language
dispense with all gatekeepers

show itself truly generative,
supremely transformational

in its very acts of creation
turning to the galaxy
to glean
     from every language,
every spoken
written tongue

     downtrodden
         and suppressed