SIMPLY PUT
am here
for my brain
wash
get a new, shiny
gloss
am so excited
about the process
feel so
out of synch
with the world
today
everybody
thinking
another way
so hard to
adapt if
short on
cynicism
lacking
stupidity
am here
for my brainwash
things
from here
on in
going to
simply improve
FOR HUMANITY would like to thank you for what you have done for rationality thank you profusely for what you have done for the truth above all, thank you for what you have done for human decency and humanity but for what you have done for God I think best to leave it to Him to thank you Himself
FARM STORY I am all farmed out Tick tock me here on your doomsday clock on the farm you will see I need my tik I need my beautiful tribe of B to get me atomic golden shower of abracadabra (hashtag Hasbara) help me to isolate myself stand against every creature, every animal calls itself humanity doesn’t rwconize tgd beauty of a bunker buster pure cluster bomb (failing which there is always the nuke in the cupboard) but this just the beginning every true alpha needing its omega its sky raining gamma needed to sort out everything unspeakable that crawls yes my dear saviours in your sanctified flavours need to demonize every farm imsect out here every stick of farm produce every evil land mime of flower only B’s Heavenly true propaganda hits the spot righf spit can correct my poor eyes attune to the power show things as really are.
THORNY
so much
ice in nice
in splice
and lice
barely
suffice
and there it is
in police too
shows what the brain
can scrabble through
a rose
by any other name
would be as thorny
thorns can do pretty much
all the bad
that barbed wire do
STAR TURN
star of your poet
star of your king
how could you
have let it get
so
lop-
sided
fall
into a black hole
become killing machine?
suck us
all in why don”t you
become all of our
writing
on the wall
sucking us in like
it was all pre-destined
sorry if we feel
no rapture at all
A CLUEDO (HAVEN’T GOT)
deduced it in no
time
saw it clearly it was
either Plum that went
shapeshifter
eliding, gliding
between
the kitchen (pots
still greasy)
and the games room
turning up at the table
through
the fourth wall
or could be
Mustard, that die-
hard Imperialist with the
old Western front Vickers
water
-cooled machine gun
defending the pantry against
whatever
latest horde of savages
took out Ms Scarlett and
Ms White
ebony and ivory in
their delightful negligees
wandering aimless into
his line of sight
in persuance of
their tryst
or Green could have done it
C of E but some old Catholicism
at root there
adding a twist of hemlock
to that holy wine
(cardinal
not working out, we’ll
smoke that
one out
bring in another)
or someone in the garage
with rolls royce style
handy wrench
call murder murder
a spade a spade
a wrench a bloody brain-
fragment spattered wrench
and me
with my candle card yet again
with
such bad eyesight
cannot make out a thing
CHORAL
preaching to the choir,
still you had
better not
stray, stick
to the script
for as made
exactly clear
during your last
fulmination
they came armed as asked:
packing many bibles,
two
rifles for each
FORWARD
push
the clocks forwards
ten thousand years
see
what happens
if nothing, the world is unchanged
the feared nuclear
apocalypse
never happened
or it did
and only
set us back
ten thousand years
A WORD
forgiveness:
now there’s a word
the dead
do not forgive
cannot
forgive
memory is frozen
in that cold posture
in time
with time
the living
might forgive
but the maimed and
mutilated
theirs’ is a horror
beyond speech
HYMN
Move on
move on
nothing here
cruel and unusual
play
with your mantra
sing your beads
tanks and missiles
on the Holy Mountain
so much
sand for your mandsla
here where
deepest dug in.
poems 2 die for