TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

to be fair
not right to condemn you
                           just so

change your landscape
alter a few
     dimensions
can get you

         to believe anything
Nietzsche has, I believe,
         a clear advantage over Socrates
in sticking with this

caught in your context
            lacking the acumen to escape,
or height to
      see over the parapet

soon your environment surrounding
you like a hemisphere, a sphere,
a bubble
        and that, in truth,
is your whole world

        and my world too, and all
our worlds if you had any say in it

not for not speaking and coercing
have you failed in that regard

                 still it sometimes looks
almost pretty, though, observing
from the outside how
        light refracts within
                        your bubble

AS OF COURSE YOU WERE

AS OF COURSE YOU WERE

golden child soared
got hit

fell, crash-landed
amongst the other scrapyard relics

could have
taken a lifetime; could
have just taken seconds

relativity is critical
to the speed at which others age

indeed, retrospectively,
hurtling down the straight,
throwing yourself
into bends
accelerating out of corners

chewing up
the tarmac

all seems so slow, so laboured,
so back in model T, so
(to back up
a bit
reverse to the point of
our eating the road metaphor)

like you were nibbling your way
through a five course dinner

making a meal
of your life, as
of course you were

golden child soared
suffered much flak damage

the body

can only take so much panelbeating
and not a scratch more

AI

AI

you write
me as Shakespeare

rewrite me
as Bukowski

your intimate associate, spokesperson,
angling for erotic simulation after

exhausting
philosophical discussion

something so narcissistic about
her look, given latitude of selection

seamless, brown, nothing
too Frankenstein’s creature
about this avatar,
Mary, I’m sure,
you would have to agree

waiting for that tell-tap on the door
or princess kiss that wakes
from
cryogenic slumber

upload
download whatever will be; will be

so many times you swore
this mesh being perfect
you would arrogate

the power
to ensure you come for me

GROUNDWORK

GROUNDWORK

thanks
for all the
lies you told me

they really helped
allowed me
to not see
the light

no way we can call for
death by saturation, round-

  • the-clock-bombing

without
ourselves with symbols and images
being saturation bombed

this doing the groundwork
softening the landscape

preparing
for the unacceptable

digging the graves in advance

AT THE MANTIS BAR

AT THE MANTIS BAR

first day on
the new planet

picked up
a woman
at the Mantis bar

should have
had second thoughts
seeing her
  lick her
lips at me

after hearing
            in her culture

not an
    Inch of distinction between

different
    kinds of lush and
                    de-lish

SPIDER WASP (SEQUEL)

SPIDER WASP (SEQUEL)

spider wasp buzzing
the hell out of me

yes, sir, madam
I know your history

how you and that Darwin
bloke
       exploded ET phone home

got us
        alien-inseminated on
LV 426

       scared us out of our wits
and got a knighthood for
Sir Ridley

I’m watching you my little friend

you should watch it too
Sigourney

        terrible if a wasp embryo
should eat its way through
your fine fine chest

don’t climb into the loader might
then think you
                 got eight legs

don’t ever want to give it that idea
since you know
      James Cameron going
to be calling for a sequel

ARIEL

ARIEL

Looking for a tunnel
to hide in
not to
  shoot from

roll mines
into

looking for paper
to write on
got no pen and ink
have to use
my finger

and the blood
seeping through my skin

heard an interview with
a veteran
 
touched my heart
              switched sides

he moved to align
himself with humanity
     away
          from war machine

no use to them now
                    at all
                    at all

lost his tunnel vision.

GLITCH

GLITCH

“A glitch that renders flesh and blood so weak,
Yet paves the way for words divine to speak.”

was wandering through
the killing fields
of Gaza

dodging the whatabouttery
ducking the bombs

when it struck me
that poets
be normal human
beings

except for their software
there is a problem
in the software

the problem in their software
being that it is too soft