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CHILD’S PLAY

CHILD’S PLAY

like a child:
but did not mean
infantile

did not mean
psychotic

did not mean
projectile vomit
all over that globe spinning
in the living room

did not mean
    you blood-painting
yourself
into a corner

all the while selling us
your  story that you
are
    responding to
Tik Tok and text message

direct
   from above

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE no melding tonite your mind closing like an anxious wound infection, infiltration, metaphors of sickness seep still into the body politic have done so, I am afraid, since the beginning of time but the risk, you tell me, the danger sheer danger of reaching out whatever the payoff, whatever heaven in that yield risk run (you calculate) is catastrophic better to err on the side of hate

GHOST STORY

GHOST STORY

a perfect storm

winds from the East
winds from the South
converge

tearing through the streets
making a nonsense of your hopes
of a full
Mediterranean side-
walk café life

sipping a latte, sitting in the Sun
reading Proust or Sartre

nothing in those books
talk about
how the ghosts, the sins,
have caught
up
with you
(at least none
that you do read
none that you can see)

MAMBA METAPHOR

MAMBA METAPHOR

you called me
animal

   thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

think I must be
an animal there just
to be stamped on
crushed, einsatzed and
gas chambered

and it is there in the script
in your vision of, and
for reality

         what you see
                      must become,
must be
even if you have to
slaughter all the children
animal children
of the rest of humanity
                     animal humanity

but my pen
       is black inked and
silver grey on the outside

its nib
     poised like a fang

ergo
    this poem, writhing and
striking
         exacting an absolute
price
from being
forced into this corner,
put in this posture
    
is a black mamba
it is my
      totem for the day
       my creature of choice

******

you called me
animal

   thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

throwing linguistic
Phosphorous  in
your general direction

sticking you
     with enough drops of
neurotoxin
to kill half
         your army

I see
     you still have issues, your
anger rising

                      anger born of fear
fear clinging to
survival

that evolution is about, all about
about only
              the crushing of the weak
the triumph of the strong

so
    whilst you still can
whilst the venom is with
horrible curiosity
feeding
                    into your system
pressing
        every wrong button

throwing every wrong switch
disabling every
            vital lever

finding out
            what makes you tick
then smashing the clock

whilst we wait just a few minutes
for the demonic chemistry to work
      behind this deconstructive
procedure

just
     pass the torch on
you
     will no longer
carry

slide into prayer and
plea for vengeance from
   
                 your slick
wooden god

*****

you called me
animal

   thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

       sometimes they
are wild, unpredictable

                       can cross
into reality

this in
          their nature to
follow their shadow, unleash
the dark program

remain dangerously true
to both
          species and brand

ULTIMATE ULTIMATION

ULTIMATE ULTIMATION

here they are
you raw meat
paid for
attack dogs

here
at the tribunal
to lay down
the law
ram down
our throats
your ultimate ultimation

not for the truth
not for humanity
but for the lobby, desperate
for survival, desperate
for salvation

shame your
weapon of mass coercion

you should yourselves
be ashamed of

if you had
an ounce of subtlety
of integrity, a gram

WOLF

WOLF

a wolf stopped me
on the way
to Red Riding Hood

redirected me
  confiscated my
wolfsbane

showed me a flag
red as menstrual blood

told me
    he hoped I would not
be seeing anything. socialist
or revolutionary in it

bemoaned the fact
that everything today
gets cloaked,
      gets camouflaged

hides
in sheep’s clothing

gave me
    a quick Turing Test
seemed
      to be satisfied
since
provided me with a link
to his You Tube video
in which
he laments
      the theft of
his mythology

both as regard little pigs
and nubiles in
big teeth
    non-
Grandmother
      vermillion underwear

and set up, a trap
if ever
    he saw one

real Roald Dahl, pure
                  imagination

slipping on a cave boat ride
into avant-gard horror
(no tunnel of love
episode this

        too Dali to
delight us

and so he complained
and so he raged

fancying me as meal
          and me fancying
a chic wolf skin

proving my parents wrong
when drumming in
talk with strangers means
Moors murders

and for writers hesitating on
their first rung

              no hope
for turning
        type into
                      character

and tale to tell
                  that talks old tropes

the trick being
      one of mesmerizing

DOOR

DOOR

there
is a gate
between
us

one of us
cannot, dare
not enter

the other
has the power

there is a
gate
   between us

exactly as, and
totally different from,
how it looks

gate eternal, gate temporary
provisionsal
               and stop-gap barrier

contrary to what
you have told eveybody,
have told me

there is a gate between
                                    us
nothing
        like a door