Tag Archives: satire

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.

BYE

climate change
has not touched me yet

maybe
warming is not real, neither
have I been seared
nor likewise broiled

the talk of the Poles South
and North shedding
their huge
ice
   falling apart
does not seem
real to me now

as I lie here
      contemating the eternal
verity that we as species
will continue
      forever as we are

the dread of our demise
      just brush by

SUREFIRE

Ah, yes,
social Darwinism
be your inclination
pitbull terriers —
      they
are your thing;

but would you pit, against
a tank, this,
or some other poem

without ceramic armour,
without armour-piercing
depleted uranium shell?

For all
       poem got going for it
is knowledge of shadow, and
pulse of humanity

and that is
sure-fire defeat, on
hiding to nothing,
as a Nobel Laureate does suggest
himself suggest

Oh, if only tanks could be
stopped in their tracks
by bloke
     with shopping bang

barrels get so stuffed with
gorgeous flowers things
might
       misfire; shells
and bullets simply melt

in the face of all
         that sweetness and light
(and
     metaphor, let
us not forget)
the antennae
   of the species
       wrote on paper, in clay,
on the digital universe

who dare order?
         what dare fire?

but then, who has ever
really talked to the mind of a tank?
               


IN SUPPLY

IN SUPPLY

I saw you wearing
the darkest, hugest
sunglasses imaginable

necessarily so, what else
might shield your blue blue eyes
from the Heavenly Sun in
full heavenly glare

light so bright
you would be forgiven
for imagining
that light
to be everywhere

and there you were
tucking not
into ambrosia
but a fat, juicy, meaty
(perhaps
the meatiest pie
imaginable)

knowing that
everything you had
ever dreamt
is
here realized

a paradise of demand
never short
of supply.