utopian – poems 2 die for

ORDAINED

LAWN

weed out
the troublemakers.

now
the lawn

do mot let
them infiltrate
the body politic
infest our dead reality.with their
thriving little
protest village

a place that we must
segregate, isolate,
wire off, set apart

place that needs to
be an unadulterated patch
of lawn, piece of
Golf course green

cannot be that which
quietly and noisly
speaks to a new humanity
all kinds of new dispensations

set
to bring new life to
resurrect all forgotten
notions
jettisoned thoughts
twice dead big dreams

SPRING CLEAN

wish I was young enough
and close enough geographically
to join you in
your protest encampment

a swatch of colour, a carnival
vibe, foregrounded against
the grey architectural
ersatz imitation of things
Athenian that marks
your alma mater’s
mode of academic being

the joy of community,
diversity
and alternate, far more
utopian
student perspectives

is not a thing to be tolerated
by a militaristic, utterly confused
and confounded, imperialistic regime
you just so happen
to call home

you are subjecting to a fantastic
targeted spring cleaning

throwing out the old
that you do not need
that all
too painfully
does not fit in

ISLAND

the island
appeared out of
nowhere

popped up
all of a sudden
before
pur very eyes

where we no longer
thought
an island
was possible

no longer
had any faith
in islands
a single shred
of belief

and yet
here it is
here it is indeed

Joanie’s stardust,
golden garden island
we have
to get back to
(mpre music,
more fun
way better
than Shakespeare’s)

where artist Ai Weiwei
can come fix the landscape
make everything painterly
using best
aesthetic primciples

a new Romer
a new Troy
a new Aeneas

an island
where we
can redo
history

miss
the terrible time
to found them

bombets
sent to destroy it
simply
wished
out of the sky

islsnd
rushing towards you
at the speed of light