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ZADIE INSISTS

ZADIE INSISTS

Zadie insists
here lie
weapons of
mass destruction

vehicles
of terror

but I check my words
for the monstrous
genocidal
do not
seem to find them

no sign of bacilli,
nothing that
seriously Geiger counters

no anthrax
lurking
between the lines

no plague about
the launch itself
between the lines

no Bond PPK Walther
with screw-on silencer

unless
      I am misguided
mistaken

and you see it, feel it,
smell it, taste it
hear it
all here

planning some small,
strictly limited, quiet
(and quite nonsensical
operation)

to eliminate some person
or persons

in the cause
of poetic self-interest

or the more entirely
delusional inclination

towards
         liberating you all

whole of humanity

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE
(for the students)

the great locomotive
steamed out of the station

built up
momentum
determined to cross
from
ocean to
ocean

but
ran out of track
and crashed

unable to
hold up that weight
on its cardboard wheels

ZADIE (3)

ZADIE (3)

Oh Zadie
your words
hurt me

I was wandering
along the periphery
eating an onion
gifted me
by Roland Barthes

when
I overhead a word
that hit me with
all its 50 megatons

and so, I had no option,
but to
    take it to heart

which
    would have killed me
had not realised,
it was
not
   actually a bullet
and only like a bomb
by virtue
of
   analogy
a prime (should I say
“primed”) example of
metaphoric
thinking

and I rose
to go on
my way

fight again another day

but then another bullet
hit me, though
you may say
I just walked into
                        it

but luckily, was
a recent arrival, via
plucky trade

a miracle, God be praised!,
and I was saved

its manufacture British

Oh Zadie your
barrage, blast, MG-42 spray

so totally
nailed my argument.

FORECAST

FORECAST

scry
me a river

the forecaast
was fairy tale
and real sunny

but barely
an hour after
the holocaust
the debt
collectors
were up
and about

rat-cockroach hybrids
still actively mutating

they used all their
rapidly evolving
extra
   sensory perceptions
to scurry across
every size and shape
of radioactive
landscape

tracking down each
debt defaulting  flash or firestorm
strike survivor

remind them
of their every financial
transgression
reinstating every
legal redline

FOR THE RECORD

FOR THE RECORD

won’t pretend
to be on the right
side of history

too old now
to make a diffetence
or for anyone
to care
whose side I’m on

for the record,
I support your protests
for justice, freedom and
against this
horrendous
suffering inflicted
on human beings; love
your expression
of humanity

this for the record but
realize my old world
the world
    that assaults you, maligns
you

is now
beyond the pale;
has outlived its purpose
(did it serve
any purpose?)
has outstayed its welcone

so when
   (act of mercy) wheel me
over a cliff down
into the ocean in
my wheelchair
best bundle up this old
dead corrupt world
with me
wheel it over as well