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MY CASE

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

BULLET POINT

BULLET POINT

from the perspective
of the ordinary
the everyday
every flawed human
beaten down
   shorn of
courage

everybody
is in on it,
Hell, it’s
the way of the
world
drop
   in the ocean

but from
the perspective of
Truth

that stuff
in the Bible
that thing
in Plato

it looks
a bit
different

here every
lying journalist
should be
shot
or hanged

along with
every lying
politician

made to
pay back for
the death and
misery
their lies create

the cost of the rope
the price of the bullet

I myself am prepared to negotiate

ALTAR

ALTAR

I came to your altar
to worship

check out the place,
speak to your God
and ask him
a few things

but a homily I got
and a dubious one too,
condemning all
barbarians,
is what
I did receive

painting the picture
for me
the one I am supposed
to believe in so
much
I cannot but see

but the picture did
not show itself, I felt
deficient in vision

all the gold everywhere
blinding me

leaving me
struggling for balance

beginning to sympathize
with the thought
that it
would be
better

burnt down.

UNLESS

UNLESS

Yes, what would I
what would we do
without you?

not a joke
and if a joke

not
such a good one

in all seriousness, you ask:
is there, could there be
satire in Heaven?

and me thinking
of loading the dice, going
to my grave
with my face painted

satire? Could it be possible
that they know
that tune
have that
music?
or are the strings of the harps
up there strung far
too tight?

if it is absent from Heaven
perhaps satire would
be conspicuously absent
from the other
place too

no place for criticism, correction
and logical exposure
when
    all are condemned

torured
to the limit
for all eternity

beyond pointed comic comment

unless




WARLIKE

WARLIKE

 “Let me tell you something – black folks was never worried about anthrax because, half the time, we don’t open our mail no way. We might think that’s a bill. We might hold it to the light and go, ‘That’s a red slip.’ If you want to get us with anthrax, put that in a Jay-Z CD. That’s how you get us.” Aries Spears

Warlike, Aristophanes
stalks the streets
with pins
for the pompous

floats overhead
in a diigible

turning all
into buffoons

Oh, what a scourge!
did Zeus with his bolts
ever out-thunder
that laughter

crazy Dionysus
whose stage it is
must be deliriously amused

Apollo
    less so

forks in the road
facists being told
strictly to observe
total radio silence

a deus ex machine looking
like it
    could not
possibly fly

                and yet
every one fears it

Aristophanes
Aristophanes

what kind of a name is that
for such a ruthless comedian?

come to think of it,
what kind of a name for a comic
is Aries Spears?

AT ALL COSTS

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.

THANKS

THANKS

thanks for protecting me
against evils known and
unknown

possible abd impossible

real
and imagined

and even
imagined-imagined

thank you for protecting me
from my self, all my
avatars and handles

thanks thanks thanks thanks
thanks
             but no thanks

I’m too useless, uneducated, over-educated, uninformed,
misinformed, disinformed,
to know
anything anyway

do what i am
supposed

do what
is required

follow the plan
execute nicely and neatly
alomg the dotted line
tick my tock tick
the right box

be the perfecr customary
idiot you can package
in brown paper

send off to
         war (just saying, just
saying!)

prime human material
ready to be exploited

smothered
      in your love

suffocated
with affection

and now technology
world of
        science fiction horror

alien
event horizon

thanks
     but no thanks
thank you for protecting me
from it

must say this
demonic technology

was only
       a pleasure, a joy
in this shit life you
         do manufacture

milliobs of us
zillions of us
         having fun, being
creatuve
feeling the same way

not feeling all
that mind control, becoming
other, changing shape
changing form
as our world turned pink
and then red
and then,
    as that poison did its work,
complete Chinese
Communist Party

wonder what
     we can do
now its gone, Devil
loving hands
                  idle

need a new vehicle to
go same-same to
ridicule this nonsense
throw
   your democracy
back at you

mock, scoff, laugh, sing,
dance, ridicule

tell a little
needle sharp truth
to ridiculous power

CATCH UP

CATCH UP

your lies
are going to catch up with you

all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost

returning
with a vengeance
karma
   (that boomerang
principle)

it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
    an empirical fact

switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
     swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
    implausibly

pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness

telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
    monsters steeped
in the secrets of power

havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment

killed so many they
                should be
to you
as children to
a Father
       worshippers
to.a god

no, my friend, my lying friend,

what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you

sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart