BLOTTED
the lie spreads
seeps into, flows
across the page
as soon
as pen hits the page
commiting such
magnificent untruth
to screen
and paper
you need
air-tight law
to protect the lie
from truth’s
unholy power
make sure it
feels safe
has the space
required
to enact its alchemy
turning blotted
copybook
ink spilled across
so many fronts
to rivers
oceans
of blood
(enough
to paint the world
twice over)
MEDITATION
I sit and meditate
think mandala
recite mantra
or, alternatively,
though not necessarily
in an alternate dimension,
I watch YOUTUBE videos;
play computer games
awaiting, patience
stretched to the limit,
the inevitable advent
of serious divine rage
in the form of accursed plague
or extinction level event
but more personally,
aimed at me individually for
my failure to act
in any meaningful way
to alter the course
we are on towards
unforgivable evil
these poor satirical efforts
less in the scheme of things
than slinging
a single pebble
take out the giant and
then every giant
in his gang
for which
one needs state
of the ordinance, top
of the line
defence systems
and the Devil
does not distribute
to just anybody
such intricate
technologies
has to
make
absolutely sure
they are not used for good.
GLIB YOU ARE
glib you are
in defence of the narrative
perfectly tactical
in fighting for
the consummate ideology
astute
you are
in pocketing
the kick-backs
off camera
circumspect you are
in submission
to ultimate
authority
glib you are
day in
day out
loyal to a fault
and lying through your teeth
RECESS
Professor
Homogenous
Professor
Regress
I have heard
you
wax guttural
against the right
to protest
forgetting
your student days
unless
you never in fact
had student days
were born
and then,
immediately,
stepped, fell or
were dropped
(perhaps
by parachute)
into your
academic chairs
fully formed,
in forever recess
never hitherto
so greviously
and egregiously
exposing yourselves.
AFTER THE PROTESTS
after the protests
I was on your campus
looking for
the Department
of Denial
passed through various
scan and search and
barbed wire
checkpoints before
I was cross-
checked
and led in
and once in felt
myself
consumed by
an unearthly excitement
so keen I was
to meet the students, meet
the staff, explore what
in depth research
was here taking place
pushing the envelope of
Denial, Closure and
related fields
in the Human and
Scientific Disciplines
within
the all-new
Faculty of
Silence (thing of which
the new-look
university had
long dreamt,
best replacement
for the Arts and
Politics and Philosophy
but when I asked
in all eanest
to be directed there
they swore
we still lived in a world
in which such
ideas of grave
and obvious insanity
could not possibly exist
I said (for
my little part)
that was such a shame, a
terrible indictment,
hugely unfortunate
hoping that
no one should lose sight
of this vision supreme
MY CASE
sick in bed
2000lb building buster
fell on my head
out of nowhere
the papers passive voicing
the issue of agency
saying that
my skull thick
as concrete
no sign
of a brain
no doctor willing
to tend to me
there is not the
bedside manner
in the whole
of Christendom
willing and
able to
deal
with my case
poems 2 die for