Tag Archives: power

THERE

THERE

there
at the edge
of wine-dark sea

justice and power
at loggerheads

power ganging up
determined
once and for
all
to crush justice
calling in
all an sundry

ash gray confederacy
of forces and armies
desperate to
cleanse
   five thousand
years of history
wipe thousand years
off the map

and they have been
redrafting, redrawing,
rewriting everything

this is prime nineteenth
century in a
Jason Vorhees mask

maybe
    before
one evil, stupid misjudgment
kills us

we will all trundle back home
call it stalemate
shake on a peace
to last until
new duplicity

there is no
decisive, definitive end
that brings honour
or any redemption possible

final resolution that
hope for justice deserves

DONALD’S ARGUMENT FROM. DESIGN

DONALD’S ARGUMENT FROM DESIGN

you need mega patience
to run a galaxy
call
all
the executive shots

more still
(we bordering now on infinite)
to dictate governance
across the Universe itself

put in those golden scales
that determine prices
against values
values
against nothingness

we see
how incredible, utterly
magical it is
to master the art
of controlling a relatively
short
lived
smaller space
even if
continental country

home of
the slow
and the brave (no
longer braves)

regimenting every facet
ruling as you divide

pretty much the ideal
God-given can’t wait to
put their marching
boots
on. situation

divinely designed, if
lockjawed in the extreme

PARTY

PARTY

mad hatter dude
is throwing a party
crimson locks
under scarlet hat
being
less than mag-
unanimous in
every
discussion
(all of them
shading into
existential struggle)

things
getting bad since
not a shred
of Alice
Virgo acumen
at the table as yet

lumps of uranium
lumps of
lead

the tea in the pot
hitting a
level of sweetness
already heading
beyond dangerous

things
transforming across
this fantasy landscape
(your fault
reader, with
your alien chemistry and
catalyst fabulous)

and opium from the East
fresh from funding
colonial wars

there in this Wonderland
everywhere if
you
do know
where to look for it

cool for
quietening infants, deadening
assegaai wounds

heightening the pleasures of
your every
textual addiction

here in
this archetypal monarchy
where
power

parties day
and night, awake
asleep

speaks
in a dialect of allegory
that feels like
quintessence of
dreamworld
and simply sounds so strange

GUILLOTINE

GUILLOTINE

what we
ses now

the rise of
mountainous figures
massive funds
titanic spheres
of influence

posing as pontiffs
pretending to be Kings

nailing down royalty
better than
any monarchs
before them

until
slip, fall,
get loaded into
tumbrills crammed
full of jokers

wheels clacking their
way across streets
of broken cobbles

still be
with us today

were it not
for the succinct grace
and exemplary
certainty

sharpness of
wit
of Madame Guillotine

OFF THE SCALE

OFF THE SCALE

the Sun
beamed through my window
only to
take issue with me
scorch the files
on my computer

leaving me desperate
to get a handle on
electromagnetism

so much fire out there
in here
    as chatbot and I
argue the toss
over philosopher
Catherine Malabou
and other
anarchist thinkers

wondering about
the Sun’s role
in authority, Apollonian
regal power
       and how that
might avail itself
to tyranny

especially the kind
with solar ring of confidence
branded by beaming smile