FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION
for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption
which it would be
mortal sin
for you
not to believe
and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror
to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be
for your disinformation
this is it
exactly,
everything to
be
blind to
all we
in our souls
are commanded to see
ON BOARD
you made yourselves
into gods of chaos
chaos
that proceeds orderly
methodically
has lists
moves street
by street
wiping out, missing
nothing
could not be
more thorough
having learnt from
its horrific encounters
with the
demons of the past
terrible demons that
cast a monstrous forever
shadow
hook, line
and sinker
precise depths of that evil
turned
rational
taken on board
DEATH HAIKU (2.2)
smoke: such a bad sign
bodies burn, dead or alive
ash in mountains piles
KILLER
daleks and poets
it is the old antagonism
they have their bombs
and wire and goebbels-bibles
we have
our metaphors and
satire that can kill
and now we are free range
and open targets
better we genocide
them “the people” say
but
we are sitting
on ancient weapons,
your words
rallying to our cause are
exposing your
bleakness
rebelling against you
even
as you speak
(if you call it speech)
and
come to think of it
cowboys and aliens
in the sacred spot of their
crash landings
this is a juicy antagonism
turned connection
the cosmos putting this
planet to
strangest use
(a poem
here
never
make the news)
NOTOKNOW
crash the cymbals
bang the gongs
trumpet the
chosen
for they
are multitude
you are
so holy
you are
so handy
are so
holy handy
you have crucified
more souls this month
than in its entire
history
did the
little city of Rome
have slaughtered
so many
seems you
were you
to go Genghis
given permission
from
up high
and dig a hole
big enough to bury
all of us
while we all shout “hosanna”
and raise nailed
fists to the sky
ROSE?
is that
a rose
or is it
a bullet hole?
red rose
red rose
so many of them
slaughtered in the snow
days of
York and
Lancaster
tried to stitch those
wounds together
but blood still leaking
through that tapestry
carnage
somehow still
in your
poetry
freeze
framed you thought
for all
of history
not forever displaced
from theme to theme
SHORTCUT
taking a shortcut
across the river
to the recruiting office
need to get there
before the apocalypse and
before closing time
running across the river
and through the rainforest
where
I can die next
to the bombed-out Church
like Sergeant Elias
defending freedom and
Democracy, for
the salvation of humanity
need
to put my
life on the line
before
closing time
cpuld have been dropped
by a purple haze bird with
voice
of a mini-gun
but my feet just
brushed the surface and
much to my My Lai rapture
I had
reached ths other side
about to enlist staightout
but they needed
to first test
my morality
wanted no Sergeant Pepper
dreamer imagining
peace upon
the
world
community in our time
all you needing
number nine
and me
heading for the station
but it closing
vanishing from
me
like the thing just apocryphal
thing
a complete mirage
and me
passing cross after
cross and
pyre
after pyre
no doubt in my mind
this the last battle, the finsl war
in the midst of fire and
death and blood
something feels reborn
COLD JOE
Joe
you are old
you are old
your brain
is cold
seems you need
something
thermonuclear
to give
it a spark
get it working.
GASHED
a butterfly
flapping its wings
can tip
the scales
in a chaos dynamic
as can
as many bombs and shells
fired and dropped
onto an area
the size of a postage stamp
as dropped on Laos, Cambodia
and Vietnam entirely
to save humanity
from itself
lucky
we have
the power of
these skygods
to look out for us
this
the most angelic
of all butterfly effects
UNDESERVED
take it away
take this away
keep
well to yourself
I refuse to read rhis
we refuse to read this
you have nothing
to sell
you havs sold everything
this poem is immired in
bloodshed and murder
holy lies,
false propaganda
the slaughter of poets
right next door, through
the barbed wire
right outside
your secure (impossibly
insecure)
contrived
golden cage
take them awsy
these poems, your writings
this so-called poetry
forgive me
forgive us
if we give them
the contempt we feel
where you tell us images,
symbols,
metaphors
we see
only blood, find only
complicity
no matter how much you
tell yourself
do everything human
and barely human
to convince us
it is
undeserved
and so
plesse go
we csn suffer you no longer
take your sad, broken
failure of
a Muse with you
and
just disappear
poems 2 die for