FEEDBACK
“and so cold”
William Carlos Williams
just want to say
you wrecked
my night
my day
my week
my month, my year
my death
my life
playing
like that
coaching like that
do you
not know?
is it not
amongst the so
many things
you do
not know?
FEEDBACK
“and so cold”
William Carlos Williams
just want to say
you wrecked
my night
my day
my week
my month, my year
my death
my life
playing
like that
coaching like that
do you
not know?
is it not
amongst the so
many things
you do
not know?
KANSAS GEORGE AND
THE FLYING MONKEY
Hello George
I am
also
George
funny about that
isn’t it
George
people might call it
a coincidence
but there
are no
coincidences
where are
we George?
are you the blue fairy?
are we
both red fairies?
are we
the munchkins
are we
in Kansas, in Oz
somewhere in the 60s
down
in Hait-Ashbury
carefree
and happy
enjoying
a summer of love
now
don’t go
wicked witch on me George
fall on that
ball all
serious
go total
flying monkey
jumping on that ball
as if it is not
all
just a game.
WON
we came for the big game
met on the intersection
of Meridian and
Equator
we sat for the battle
you
waited in awe
they remained standard
first,
before a piece touched
they insisted on rule changes
make the game more equitable
in other words
their game more powerful
bishops
and knights
should be made invulnerable
echoing their
feudal
reputation
(“especially the white squared one”:
someone chirping
from the corner)
and then
it had to go, whole en passant rule
as unnecessary compromising
defences
and when
Kings castle on the back rank
strength of rook
alongside be
doubled from
five to
ten
to echo their supreme
nuclear strength
we came for the game
whole world watching
what
a shock it was
the day we won
ENTIRE
you have clocked us
and cluedoed us
and played
every
game
with us
to see the world
through photoshopped eyes
to switch on that strobe light
good for interrogations
but not for
viewing from a divine perspective
all you have dehumanized
stripped of humanity
millions of God’s image
murdered
each, as your great book says,
a Universe entire
AND VANITY PRESS
I am
all about death
and vanity
press
this i
(readily) confess
to
both
woman
and
God
the chimes
in my head
both essence
of poetry
but also
cash register
and so I write
of holocaust and genocide
things that
lately delight
if not
why so tiny effort, huge
reluctance
to stop
doing so?
the sound effects of
slaughter
so much
one can do with them
GIMME
world’s
falling apart
little children
getting blown
to
smithereens
so gimme that
sweet false consciousness
that would come
with a
SuperBowl victory
don’t let Mahomes
spoil everything
with
an insane overtime
charge
this after Kyle left
his best laid plans
in a briefcase
in the
locker room
this is not
the script I want,
I need
so write me a new one
bring me that
thick syrupy delusion
that a Niners’
Vegas victory
would bring
the world falling apart
bits
of little
children
how come I always get
caught this way
how come
I’m not
so smart
LINE
you drew a line
said this is
the law, the rule,
the commandment,
the ordinance,
the regulation
suddenly
no sooner had
you signed off
than the line curved
bent multiplied
wriggled all
over
the page
my page
not yours;
on your still a single line
plain as day
cutting across the page
East to West
right to
left
dividing everything
North South
into two
unequal
hemispheres
you drew a line
for all time
CHEW
comfort zone
comfort zone
swallowing pills faster
than cartridges
passing through
a machine gun
tablets so immense
you could engrave each one
with a fresh
host of
commandments
comfort zone
comfort zone
the dread spectacle of knowing
that one day for sure
you be
bound to
bite off
much more than you can chew
FAR FROM IT
far from it,
we did not
get rid
of them
as vicious and
insufferable
as they had become
we just let them
fade into nothing
embrace
non-being
going nowhere
we simply allowed them
to reach
that destination
perhaps ushering them
a little
but it was for
their own good
genocide?
no that is their
much contested term
and yet
habitual practice
such actions
lie beyond us
this word
not in
our vocabulary
but see
look here
admire
what we have done with
the planet
how we have integrated
everything, biological
and technological
organic
and machine
everything flourishing,
renewable and recyclable
this
our mandate terrestrial
and cosmic
in equal aesthetic and
intellectual measure
ours
is the new spirituality
to take
across the galaxy
theirs a
contempt for themselves,
the sacredness of being
and life
of every living thing
GRAVELY SPOKEN
the gravity of these lies
as each lie is by the following
monstrously compounded
will drill a hole in the
fabric of
space time
a sewer for truth
where truth will be dragged be crushed
never to be seen again
until our
full self-destruction