GAVE
I gave
blood
gave
money
gave
humanity
gave poetry
inspired by
a drink
made from
agave
gave gave gave
but you took
you pocketed
swallowed everything
finished the lot
shot
through my resources
like a machine that eats
you up totally
run
by artificial intelligence
they usher you
into your
world of debt
sweet electronic swindlers
connecting you instantly
to your
dream of wealth and capital
each replacing a host of humans
once the
social face
of every bank.
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
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
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.
HOSPITAL
went to a bombed out hospital
got projected
onto a screen
saw it there
shadow of my
brutality
lucky
for me
not terminal
fatal
in fact
a most civilized thing
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
THE OTHER DAY
a demon
was born
the other day
a ghoul
rose from the Pit
you fit them
both in
uniform
tailored
to a perfect fit
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
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
WON
leaves us
for dead
the speed
at which
you think
jumping from
premise to conclusion
faster than
agitated light
from idea
to idea by
sublime association
faster than the feed
in a multi-
barrel machine-gun
thus do we see
logic quickly conquered,
every argument won
poems 2 die for