DENIAL
you have turned
denial
into a fine art
and what
a self- portrait
it is painting!
one whose veneer,
we do see through
that history
will record, pass
down through
the generations
in its true, raw
hideously distorted,
criminal, culpable
least human of forms
NO FEAR
no poetry
when we are
all asphyxiating
you
can’t breathe
feeling throttled
windpipe squeezed
imaginary hands around
your neck
at your throat
making sure
not a dissident squeak
don”t worry
it’s just censorship
here to protect you
for the security of everybody
only good words
correct metaphors
nothing more
to
ever fear
the very concept
of foreboding
has been
put on hold for eternity
BECAUSE
“if we don’t have
free speech we
have nothing”
Glenn Greenwald
because
a shard hit you
standing in the wrong
place at the
wrong time
you want to stop
conflict, you want
to stop history
you imsist
on bringing to
a close
truly meaningful time
and you wheel out
your experts on
human pain and
sensitivity
to give us a
sickly-sweet
addictive narrative
which
will kill
the idea
bring to a close
all forward trajectory
breaking the stranglehold
of elites
and rebirth of humankind
TRUNK CALL
there we have
the fight to eclipse
Frazier-Ali,
to make Tyson-Holyfield
look like
a walk in the park
there we have it
in a nutshell
in a
bombshell
in the light trunks,
fighting out of
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
first amendment freedom
of expression
in the dark trunks, fighting
out of Death Valley, California
everything
that is going to make us
foaming at the mouth
great again
restore
global supremacy whatever
the human cost
may
the
best fighter beat the daylights
out of the dirtiest
EITHER (OR)
either
we have forgotten
everything we
have ever learnt
everything we
were ever taught
or we didn’t;
we simply went insane
A PLEASURE
I would
say
it is a
real pleasure being in your life
but it is a
surreal pleasure
a Dali painting
a Picasso sculpture
a poem by Breton, Aragon,
Apollinaire, Rimbaud or
Neruda
a film
by Luis Bunuel
or Guillermo del Toro
in which
we are stuck together
cannot leave
until we sexually discover
the key
or sacrifice ourselves individually
in order to re-inherit
our subterranean
magical
Kingdom, Queendom
a surreal pleasure
grinning like a Cheshire Cat
whenever it
promises to reappear
poems 2 die for