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COTTON CANDY

COTTON CANDY

you must
fight and die
for cotton candy

fight and die
for a thin processed
meat sausage
jammed
   into role

you must
fight and die
to appease, suppress
our archetypal
shadow

for aeons old
collective guilt
            you no longer feel

must give your life
throw it away for nothing really
for your right
       to keep God for yourself
address him
   in your language by the very
name you gave him

translated from a foreign,
ancient text
you do not own
           and can no
                      longer read

but above all, hero,
                         it’s
for
    cotton candy
                         
                 

ET DECORUM EST

ET DECORUM EST

dulce et decorum est
stupid
      dullness dummkopfs
       at the
      Cenotaph

closer in
every apect
of brutish breath

not to Owen or
Siegfried Sassoon

     but to Munchen Putsch
golden boy

with dreams of millenial
supremacist Empire

WING

WING

Oh my little
chaos butterfly

soft as a poem
you flap
your wings

but no storm
no hurricane
                 agitated to fury
other
side of
the globe
by the breath
of this
wind

just
megaton upon
megaton

falling to
          Earth

spawned
    of this gossamer

first strike that will leave
in its wake

no speck
      of life

not a tiny
     living thing.





DOOR

DOOR

there
is a gate
between
us

one of us
cannot, dare
not enter

the other
has the power

there is a
gate
   between us

exactly as, and
totally different from,
how it looks

gate eternal, gate temporary
provisionsal
               and stop-gap barrier

contrary to what
you have told eveybody,
have told me

there is a gate between
                                    us
nothing
        like a door

RED FLAG

RED FLAG

Oh its a red flag
to the see the flag

of humanity burned
without necessarily first
being
    dragged in the mud

why so? Why
should we give a shit
about
  humanity and its flag
at all
      at all?

this the suffering needed
to preserve the sacred order

whose
      flag (blood-
               soaked)

       of Heaven

must triumph over all.

DREAMCATCHER

DREAMCATCHER

glad to see you installed
your dreamcatcher

hanging over your bed,
very best place to be

so many twists and turns
these days in the fabtic of the real

and therefore
one should position
                     this transcendent web

for
   optimum screening

would not want
            to find a baby xenomorph
and its twin

chomping their way through
your chest

       to celebrate first breath
with the simultaneous
death of
  its mummy and daddy

terrible in film, or real life,
let alone a dream

not that there are not
    dreams more disturbing,
hideous  and

altogether more poisonous

involving ships and planes
missile tracking radar and
self-
   appointed
policemen of the seas

LITTLE LIZARD


LITTLE LIZARD

“The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we’re not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry.” Ray Bradbury, A Sound of Thunder

I am a little lizard
in a time of final, feral dinosaurs

they shut down the children’s  library Mr Bradbury,
where I first read you

i think that they imagine
if they lock the doors
they burn ideas

children it seems
     do not need, should
not have
their minds expanded

no sublime terrors to
enrich the joy and horror
of their being

if I ask them regarding
the evolution of mind,
the fulfilling of the species

they tell me

      this is not my place
this is not the time

bite
    and swallow

there is no legend of a carnivore
greater than the nation

and my dead end is
a supreme blessing

       to those who dictate
the terms of all illiterate life.