SLAVOJ FEARS
Slavoj fears
the prospect of Elon
drilling deep into
our brains
like we are all
a Witwatersrand goldmine
sticking us
with a tiny chip
does everything
portal to Heaven
teeny tiny
quantum clever
but titanic screen and
monumental keyboard
who knows what tune
the future will play, how
will dance
to how we are played
MOON
only a spring recoil away
from evil in motion
truly malign action
genocidal event
for which
technology off
on a whim serving as the
great multiplier
distance from the blood
that sticky sweet to
the touch
never gets washed off
but what
the eye does not see
the heart can Enola Gay over
stay fuzzy, misdirected
as from over the hill
over the horizon
they send the first strike
that removes all the worry
of retaliation
and there it is
engine of war, motor
of history
carting us off over
a shameful moon
PARFAIT
the power
of modern technology!
Aphrodite and Adonis texting
each other smartly on their
smart phones
think that
flying into Paris is
what it will take to
make their
sweet assignation
one
for the ages
parfait
parfait
parfait
sublimely digital
in every which way
WEAVER BIRD
always on the farm:
flash of bright yellow
across my
line of sight
furiously at work
building their nests
chirpy
masters of
twig engineering
brandishing their
golden purpose
meanwhile, since we
are on the subject of
nest-building
and things
with wings
let us observe old Nick
leaving his helo
having just be ferried
from quite distant shore
to Mediterranean ship
pausing a moment to
stroke brash steel,
sculpted aluminum
of the true
spirituality of the war machine
lover
extraordinaire
paramour to the extreme
blowing kisses to his image
where
reflected in such surfaces
every drop of bloodlust
contained in booklet form
in jacket
inner pocket
there
blueprint
of a world gone skew
slavery redeemed
refreshed anew
Sun
itself
blind to the glaring ironies
so much
to fix with
all this weaving
.
poems 2 die for