OF THE AGE lies live lies survive lies fly all over the place so much destruction in their wake their instinct being to replicate split like mutant cells divide and be careful how you yourself do define for here service to the lie loses the light goes completely blind for shadow has shown too easy it be to mistake the love of a death embrace become the thing we fear we hate the beautiful hypocrite of the age the lie in us so consummate
Tag Archives: war
HOLES
HOLES
there are holes in the paper
places of quicksand
the words cannot
traverse this broken landscape
move at pace
across the page
shocktroop you with
tactical juxtapositions,
lightning images
no
the whole nature of
poetry has changed
those books on mechanized modernism
so obsolete (ultimately
so) better
thow
them away
only good
for metaphor
subtext is where
the power now
lies
A WORD
A WORD
let me have a word
let me fill
you in
from a poetry
am going to need
twenty, maybe
thirty
thousand
characters already
oops1 sorry,
my apology
did I say
“characters”?
that was a bit
of a fatal Freudian slip
I meant to say “words”;
no sorry: lines
no I am completely wrong
in the wrong
to do this justice
I need to write
the final
death count
as poems
WARRIOR
WARRIOR raw farmer land stealer we that being the writers and intellectuals that survive will divest you of that coat of light dump true dark self in the dock ship you off far far away where you dare hurt nobody get you to sit in solitary explain yourself to yourself dark and light selves in their bitter final conflict
WEAVER BIRD
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
.
PLUNGE
PLUNGE
by all means
take
the plunge
by all means
rationalize your way clear
plunge
into bed with me
Benjamin and Joe
about to
play the
holocaust
card
cannot
help themselves
determined to
plumge us
into holiest
darkness
in the pursuit of
great principle wipe
out
tiniest speck of life
stitch us all up good
everything sewn up
good and solid
God’s great
gamma rays
like manna from
above
softly
parachuting down
and me
waiting for
birth of new universe
to have
any hope of loving you
so
here this
my
suggestion
that you
do take the plunge
FORWARD
FORWARD
push
the clocks forwards
ten thousand years
see
what happens
if nothing, the world is unchanged
the feared nuclear
apocalypse
never happened
or it did
and only
set us back
ten thousand years
A WORD
A WORD
forgiveness:
now there’s a word
the dead
do not forgive
cannot
forgive
memory is frozen
in that cold posture
in time
with time
the living
might forgive
but the maimed and
mutilated
theirs’ is a horror
beyond speech
HYMN
HYMN
Move on
move on
nothing here
cruel and unusual
play
with your mantra
sing your beads
tanks and missiles
on the Holy Mountain
so much
sand for your mandsla
here where
deepest dug in.
TEETH
TEETH
savages
cowards
animals
whirring blades blend
and then, Oh
my God; what a smoothie!
blades that whir at high speed
good for mowing, great
for a disposal unit
metaphors becoming
so displaced
cannot keep
up
with historical events
and how indeed
shall this history
be written
by tattered text of the crushed
lately bone
and ash
the lightning writing on the wall
of truth all so suddenly
lying through its teeth
poems 2 die for 