WHERE?
where did it start
the first lie
where was the first lie
that all these subsequent
lies now
cling to?
what was the purpose behind
generating this web, this
hideous mosaic
of interconnected falsehoods
why is it so important
why does the future hinge
on lying
to the whole of humanity
with every word
you speak
every breath you breathe?
IN BED
in bed
thinking of fairy tales
bed being
best place for
any kind of fairy
tale
inclusive of
child, adult and
seriously classified ones
the ones that
reveal
the wicked witch is
not dead (reports of
her demise
strategically exaggerated) and Empire is
forever always naked
just trick of
the light
and indoctrination that
goes by the name
of education
that we see
what we believe:
Empire and Emperor
(its pure
embodiment) is always
richly attired
and powerfully adorned
no fear that this change
because fairy tale is the
dream of
all that abides
supremely happy ever after
above history
beyond change
GODS
great
we got our journalists
picking his pockets
tapping his phone
if we
get enough dirt
on him
can use our pages
to persuade him
not to
talk about kingship
stay away
from such plays
and that one
who would phosophize us
away
from our set and staid
and hegemonic ways
would
think us
inside out and
upside down
we got the video, had
it photoshopped, PR
refined smudge
and smear aligned
shows her at her worst she
could ever be (though
neither so
bad as you, or I) but
good
enough to bring
her down
any one who thinks (gender
aside) is
a worse-than-perverse-clown)
why
do they think themselves
above all who
think what
they are
told
why else this business? Why else
the rollers
roll
serving you your world up
on a plate, we tell it as
freedom but
we all know
its fate
you
are
what you are
and what
we designate
so
test us out
why don’t you?
just give it
a try
nothing we cannot belittle
nothing we cannot dare not
cut down to
basic size
who would have thought
crudity and super-
ficiality supreme
human virtues
who could ever have imagined
we couls write an all
new ten commandments
use all our
new-found political
pressure to
sell them
in the market before
entrusting them to God
you cannot challenge it
we are
perfectly set
in our mindset
lie
is truth
and
slimy and obese-
brained though we
may well be
beneath this tawdry
bleary mortal flesh
we are gods
we are gods
test our powers
you will come to believe
FARM WITH A BARN
the farm
with a barn
and a silo
underground
wants
a world
without
consequences
world
for and
by
the exceptional
for your
disinformation
as their
forever playground
IN THEORY
words
words
words
put horizontally
put vertically
are what he tells the President
he is reading
and what is the difference
between a prince and
a pauper and
a prince and a
president
at the end of the day?
you
ask.me
Oh let me travel to
the end of my leash, reach
the end
of my tether
sojourn in Paris, lounge
on the left bank
become
eternal student
many a brilliant idea imported
along with appertifs
and expressos
as I chart my way
developing the system
to conquer
limitation, figure out
what is
different
a system so open and
yet subtle
it can pre-
determine every nuance
eveb as it crosses the page idly
as any other text
word word word
text
(nothing we believe ever
outside a text)
CHANNELING
a pretty derelict
unused space now
(like an
interstellar void)
but once
tge SkyVue drive in
used to cover
acres of territory
and the bush under the screen
where as kids
we played
cowboys
and savages
remember that screen
well it used
to fill half the night sky
saw Spartacus there, and
Cast a Giant Shadow
which wars, it seems,
never really died
Rome always lingering
Empires of Man versus
Empires of Heaven
but now
the whole planet
is our
screen
we have screens in our pockets
screens in our heads
inescapable
channeling
and there enough projection
to fill every known desert
desert of the real
Neo
truth having
dissolved, truth crucified
by fiction
truth’s fate to be enslaved
by the narrative of the day
and like
the poem says we
have all
become cyphers, organic
little molecules
in the dance of supreme fiction
the new reality to be
broadcast twenty-
four seven
dreamworld Neo, germane to
the Zhuangzi parable
cowboys, savages, think
like
a butterfly
the wild gift of technology
the premise to allow
without any
lingering sense of irony
to speak of self as supreme,
and, yes indeed, the world
.
BATTLEFISH
you thought
sea is for fish
but I know
it’s for battleships
if you cannot
see this
you know
nothing of religious narrative
nothing of the supreme
design and plan
AT ROME
they look back
longingly at Rome
whose triremes ruled
the Mediterranean
whose legions kept
control over
much of the
known world
whose slaves rebelled
and were crucified
along the entire
length
of the Appian Way
by the monstrously
rich General, Marcus Crassus
who would come to
be captured by the Parthians
and fed molten gold
FALL when the mighty fall into abject stupidity what hope is there for everyday people? whose only sin is to vote idiocy into power again and again to the delight of us all
LAST LAUGH I BELIEVE libraries of law rendered irrelevant thanks to an insult of a defence premised on the untenable presented as if it were an ad campaign and all we have now is shark in the tank and biggest gets to eat everything great white nosing its way in speed huge as a submarine think it’s just going to laugh if I proclaim myself to have court protection, have injunction, cease fire, have restraining order catch all those rows of serrated teeth last laugh is his I believe
poems 2 die for