KINDNESS
kindness is
becoming strange
kindness
is becoming alien
it is that thing
crashed and burned
captured
and housed
down in secret
vault in
Area 51
probed and prodded,
drilled and disected
what
is so
inhuman
about it
military technology
desperately needs to know
BEEB
here we are
with our reporters
and cameras
swinging into Gaza
behind an armoured thrust
lucky
to have all this protection
help us
get
our story
one of our group
is fixated on asymmetry
though this is a word
we would not choose
to use
on the BBC
BENJI
oh benji
your irrational state
is in an
itrational state
almost much
hysterical of
late
shuffled out of synch
your brains
in that case
I do not see
a superhuman fate
CLOTHES
in the field of forever contention
tunes battle away
they waltz around you
whilst and even as
you fail to
consider
how naked you are, and
naked not only
but how
transparent
such they, as in the fable,
they instantly infer
that you are Emperor
drunk on the fiction
of power and grandeur
not to
mention the illusion
of flesh and blood and,
of course, clothes
ABOUT
so South is heading North
turning
things
around
the globe
in your bedroom
best turn it
upside down
South on
the Equator
giving its all
all that it takes
dreaming
a new vision
no more
Northern mistakes
so
South
heading North
simple
replacement;
this what it about
CHILD’S PLAY
like a child:
but did not mean
infantile
did not mean
psychotic
did not mean
projectile vomit
all over that globe spinning
in the living room
did not mean
you blood-painting
yourself
into a corner
all the while selling us
your story that you
are
responding to
Tik Tok and text message
direct
from above
HISTORY CHANNEL (KIND OF REMEMBER ME THAT SIEGFRIED SASSOON) watched a video on World War One who started it who finished it who went who stayed at home who came back like my Mother’s Dad big gong of a medal around his soft young neck which is just as well otherwise wouldn’t be here myself to waste your time as Siggie’s bishop himself didst poetically proclaim the ways of God being satirically strange watched a video on the channel on World War One same as the last one same people won
CHANNELING
a pretty derelict
unused space now
(like an
interstellar void)
but once
tge SkyVue drive in
used to cover
acres of territory
and the bush under the screen
where as kids
we played
cowboys
and savages
remember that screen
well it used
to fill half the night sky
saw Spartacus there, and
Cast a Giant Shadow
which wars, it seems,
never really died
Rome always lingering
Empires of Man versus
Empires of Heaven
but now
the whole planet
is our
screen
we have screens in our pockets
screens in our heads
inescapable
channeling
and there enough projection
to fill every known desert
desert of the real
Neo
truth having
dissolved, truth crucified
by fiction
truth’s fate to be enslaved
by the narrative of the day
and like
the poem says we
have all
become cyphers, organic
little molecules
in the dance of supreme fiction
the new reality to be
broadcast twenty-
four seven
dreamworld Neo, germane to
the Zhuangzi parable
cowboys, savages, think
like
a butterfly
the wild gift of technology
the premise to allow
without any
lingering sense of irony
to speak of self as supreme,
and, yes indeed, the world
.
DO SHEEP? do sheep dream of electric androids? last night I dreamt of the temple of the high abbatoir scouting out which I circumvented the butchery in the dark, dense forest perfect place (as opposed to a desert) for such slaughter to be hidden place where two and two make five or will do if they tell you it does
FRIEND the monster sat in the dock council for the defence tried his hardest to gaslight the jury need not have worried not have worried monster after monster parachuting in from everywhere overran the court room left with their rescued friend
poems 2 die for