satire – Page 22 – poems 2 die for

FULL HOUSE

FULL HOUSE sorry I was going to send you this poem but someone shuffled my papers mixed me up completely dealt a hand of jokers when I was crying for trying for a full house anything that would shoe I had all my cards in the suit of humanity

MAMBAS

MAMBAS so complacent and complacent yet again left-brain, right wing such recipe for human stupidity deluding yourselves into expecting slow worms when we came as mambas — venom measured to make maximum use of every critical drop and prempting rebuttal speed off ths charts impossible to catch us and how you floundered losing your sense of place and actual places slipping into paralysis mamba neurotoxic venom stealing into your system taking slow but incontravertibly catastrophic effect

WHITEBOARD

WHITEBOARD

I see
two pictures

of a
whiteboard

believe
they have been
decontextualized

all the blood
washed away.

NO SOONER

no sooner than they
amputated her
legs
and arms

no sooner
than they shot them
all
execution style

than
I forgot

thought it best
not to remember

better one of ths carefree,
untroubled people of
this dead planet

the be haunted
for the entirety of
what remains
of my
life

remains of human life

DEBT

wanted to
write a little poem
about suffering
about genocide

but
spam and telemarketing
rained down
from Heaven like
peverse
pay-later manna

and incessant reminders and
encouragement
to settle my
outstanding
debts wonderful, this world

once God
declared for capitalism
poetry and
profit
such excellent bedfellows
like lovers
in Hell

and talking of Hell
there is
fear and consideration
of media troll monsters
children of the children of
the fat uncles and
aunties
who battleshipped the streets
in my small English town

so no poem
I’m sorry

no tiny increment to
add to this struggle

you are
on your own again, I’m
afraid

nothing more than ashamed failure
(with the rest of the world
accused by
this legal Penthisilea

I stand
not with
my brave South African
compatriots
far from this dock)

WARRIOR

WARRIOR raw farmer land stealer we that being the writers and intellectuals that survive will divest you of that coat of light dump true dark self in the dock ship you off far far away where you dare hurt nobody get you to sit in solitary explain yourself to yourself dark and light selves in their bitter final conflict

STORY

it’s your story
so stick to it

you need a good story
a whopper to turn

a blind eye
to all
this suffering

listen to those on
the screen who
carefully explain

see
how they attack you
when you can
no longer
believe

so much suffering
but suffering is transitory

we all
suffer

suffering is unreal

now we have
that out of the way
stick to your principles, be one
of the staunch
supporters
good
upright people

It’s your story
and you’re
sticking to it

how you
would suffer
if they took that away

MONSTERS

they are human
like you and me

all of us human
in our
monstrous
capacity

should have said I
and you
were right

to stop me
dead in my tracks
grammatically

something’s need
correcting

are
beyond poetry

NEUTRON

NEUTRON call us criminals animals politically satanic but we not locked into your logic of extermination need a translation open to psychoanalytic interpretation all we begging for is regime change in what passes for brain in what passes for a head something in there beyond our consciousness beyomd simple humanity avatar of death star neutron gravity variety

NO SOONER

no sooner had it landed
on your desk

than you take
to task our rainbowness

ascribe
all sorts of outlandish
bizarre
motivations

showing how
far we are in our thinking
from the holy logic

you
invoke in
the destruction of mankind