VRAIMENT MR T
what do we have here?
a walking talking
bloated embodiment
of force majeure
impacting us all
driving all and sundry
across the edge of insanity
walking talking
force majeure
(except not
walking so good and
talking
even less good, no
doubt about it)
and force majeure
itself obviously taking
no pride in this embodiment,
as embodiments go
so much of the force
and the majeure
utterly
pissed at all the
roleplay about it
FADE
Caligula sleeps
(and for a
moment Rome
sighs
with relief)
wants to be Caesar
wants
a power parade
yet
by the time he
finds himself in the position
to become one,
have one
that god-like mind
will have drifted away
ceased to
function, slipped
far beneath
the level of dangerous
dementia
terminal shade
of fade
AT DAVOS
they all loved
your speech
sadly, I had missed it,
going full introspective
(had such
a hard on
for philosophical ideas)
and then
there was the warpaint
smeared a mask
across my face
with it
words flying at me slowly
half-heartedly
like blunderbuss bullets
need
a missile screen to
deflect them
golden
dome in my
brain AWACS in my pocket
sold on the need for
rigorous dissection,
deconstruction
of the spiritual segue
from
rupture
to rapture
when i
came back to myself
I saw you
pulling a crowd surf
every delegate
having lost it
gone 107%
apeshit
and poor Premier
Carney
still floating, sailing
over
everybody’s heads
not speaking the language
native to white people
telling it
like it is
staight brain
to mouth
no filter, zero intervention
fractured, incoherent,
as Mr Tommy Eliot’s
The Wasteland
was in its day
and so now
the rush
to reward, honour,
praise him
every Nobel Prize possible
every honorary degree —
institutions
tripping, falling
over themselves
to rewire
reinvent
install
the new Maga wisdom
screen out
every conceivable
Sophie Scholl
likely to rain
on this parade
JIMA TRUMP
Iwo Jima Trump
planting the stars
and stripes
on closest thing
on Greenland
vaguely
resembling Mt Suribachi
garnering Peace Prize, Medal
of Valour, and
Purple Heart
in one
fell swoop
Vance and Rubio
there
to reload him
feed
him ammunition
Donald J D-
day overlord
of glory
MAGA disciples’ delight so
ecstatically high
all of them
self-
pleasuring themselves
everywhere,
the sexy swine
hot jizz melting
the ice sheath, turning
this arctic island
basically
as sweaty tropical a paradise
as Mar-a- Lago
O AMANDA
Oh Amanda,
I have you
in twenty
twenty hindsight
gone
totally
retrospective
just to
see
just how
badly you
recited us
how much not
just off key
off track
but mistaking
the climate
leading us off
in the wrong
direction
not climbing
the hill but
on death
descent down
the mountain
you there inspiring us
with hope, false hope
stuff
of bad ideology
in your sun yellow dress
beautifully assured
and
battling down
those slopes it was
all ice,
all winter, death
by exclusion, excision,
by bullets
through
the side
window at
point blank range
and the house
on the hilk with
its shining city
hoisting
an old hated, feared flag,
as bulldozers knock
down
and everything gets
restructured
need space for
the ritz whilst
homeless
go hungry
ghouls at the ball, macabre
how much space
they need
to dance and
twirl
and plot human structure
should have been
severe on yourself before
flaunting your
skills
before us
Miss Gorman,
should have checked
your subtext for
masquerade
and so
why should we climb
that hill
since we can buy one
elsewhere
greener, cheaper
take one out there
for ourselves
we write good poetry,
exceptional lines really
that
nothing
can compare with
the sun setting on that hill,
your hill
suddenly
I smell abyss
and feel the slippery slide
poems 2 die for