Tag Archives: satire

THE MUSIC

THE MUSIC

the music is dangerous
the artwork
          is dangerous

the dancing is dangerous

the slogans are dangerous

if
    they carry on

they carry on

they will destroy
             this Empire

go for it 
          my sweets

you are
my only solution

BLOTTED

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

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.

RECESS

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

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