EVERYTHING
here is
a theory
no one
can understand
here
is a poem
no one
can understand
and you
look flustered
wanting to
understand
everything
so many
would like
to understand
everything
help them
to destroy everything
EVERYTHING
here is
a theory
no one
can understand
here
is a poem
no one
can understand
and you
look flustered
wanting to
understand
everything
so many
would like
to understand
everything
help them
to destroy everything
FROM THE PLACE
I write
from the place where
dreams come
to be
extinguished
when space, no longer
finds itself available to
generate
a rich tapestry
and all our ideas
what we were, what
we are
comes to be recycled
and the energies that
command, take charge
are
no longer our own.
THAT WE DO NOT HEAR
we do not hear
the laughter off the gods any more
at our lovable quirks or
(too often) outright
stupidity
or as they jostle for supremacy
in their own hierarchies
at their own foibles and excesses
as we know
from Ovid and
Homer
these almost exclusively
of an amorous nature
as when
Aphrodite and Ares became
trapped and entangled
in a net woven by
Hephaestus, sinned against,
aggrieved cuckolded party,
so engrossed in each other
(and who dare blame them?)
that when the rest of
Olympus rushed
to take in this spectacle
they flatly continued,
as the gods
roared with
rough mirth and yet
were riveted with wonder
at such
a free, fabulous show
where the parties could not have
more consummately represented
their
respective sexualities and
gender polarities
if on this question of
beauty as we riff you
grab my gist and run with it wickedly
in your own imagination
of humans
laughing at gods there is
of this species
no practice, no
hope of
continuation
the mocking spirit of great Aristophanes
squashed at its first sign
dead
in its tracks
killed by those who
believe the gods, all gods
are beyond
any comedy, reflecting
their faith (ludicrous
beyond measure) that
they are
as gods themselves, our history
blighted by the rise of such
self-proclaimed deities, wondrously
inept
holy imperators
whose narcissism no
catalogue
of statues commissioned so that
the love of
the people can be felt
beyond death
continue as legacy through
all of posterity
Oh think, my friends, what the genius
of an Aristophanes, embodiment
of true
human comedy
could play before the stars, which
share our liberation, our
moment of ecstasy
and like all our
false structures are left
helpless to the humour
who knows! teetering
on the edge
veering this
way and that on the brink of collapse
SOUPER
it is the souper
souped-up cup
supermen ubermensch
teams of eleven Messis
eleven Cristiano Ronaldos
each managed
by eleven Pep
Guardiolas
no offside law, infinite
omniscient VAR
four quarters, half-
time penalty shoot-outs
everyone wins but
survival of the fittest
massive
reigns supreme
most gladiatorial of
all festivals of galactico
those about to do
do salute
load of their shoulders
now no stupid
qualifying
the algorithm determines
and (above all) relegation free
giving the people
the fans
exactly what
they have been told to want
(who says you can’t get
exactly what
we want?)
no boring overthink
of structures, formations,
systems, tactics
in fact no such thing
as tactics at all
the numbers
determine
SEED TO STORM
seed to
perfect storm
let us
consider
that dynamic
explosive this energy
in the million
volt zig-
zag of its release
Nazaré
Teahupoo
surf that water mountain
until it crashes into
a swirl
of demented foam
when the world breaks for us
against us
when storm
supercharges our
lives
go with that flow
at ultra velocities
plug yourself in
what
else can you
are you
supposed to do?
seed to
perfect storm
storm to perfect seed
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
SOFTLY
(for Emily
Maitlis)
speak softly
when talking
truth to
power
walk
circuitously
and carry a small
yet not
too insignificant stick
above all
addressing
the voice that
must
never
be addressed
don’t go for it
call
sign
Maverick
like a
shrieking naval jet
on a strafing run
however much
after-action satisfaction
however
much top dollar
sheer
redemptive fun

THINK I MUST HAVE READ SOMETHING LIKE IT BY H G WELLS
I feel it now
something
burrowing
into
my brain
know the strategy;
see the tactical plan
how they plot
to nuke that landscape,
shred
my opinions
reduce me to a compliant
all-accepting wreck
crucial my contribution
to this war
of the worlds
upcoming election.


CLEAN
Senator HIJKL
dawdles through the hearing
playing solitaire
fiddling
with the Tarot
I see
The Fool
The Falling Tower
The Hanged Man
I do not see
Death
or
The Devil
but I am not observing him
as clinically as I should
those cards may
have slipped by me
by sleight of hand
and now
a pencil is produced
for doodling or
perhaps sketching
whilst the video
runs he
doodles away
sketches a future
I’m sure as works of art go
it is
no Picasso
not Cubist or
blue period
certainly no Guernica
Oh JKL doodles
doodles away
the walls of Republican Rome
once covered
in such graffiti
under Augustus
were given
a clampdown extreme
right royal
and (most) imperial clean
never had
to suffer a repeat of
the process
never
the call to go
through such a scouring
again.




BURN
life is not
margarine
spread liberally itself
across crisp, crusty
oven-
fresh bread
yellow golden
no
life is that
which sticks and
burns
rips off your charred skin
falling from Heaven
like napalm,
white phosphorous
or those cluster
people killers
that break into toy-size
teeny-tiny
run like Cristiano
fast and zig-
zag as
you can
across the entire Nou Camp
a bomblet
will find you
mind body problem
nothing in the body
the mind
has not figured, over-
thought
how to how to
horrendously kill
but the Sun continues
for millions of years
this avatar of hierarchy
will
seem so god-
like, be
forever shining
until
like us
it get old, fat and greedy
swallow
the Earth entirely
desperate for survival;
new stuff to burn


