may 2016

                                                   (i)

 

...yes, let us reach the sleep of our delusions

let’s empower the crucifying circus

 

and lower our heads

to the sanctity of cancer

 

maybe even have owls nesting in our shoes

then perhaps, we can insist

 

on the divinity of coloured balloons

on the right of women

 

to drink their menstrual blood

and spit sanity into the dust at men’s feet

 

and, as a symbol of our devotion

let’s also insist

 

that a line of pale, crimson tumours

be laid out end-to-end

 

to show-case the beneficence of pain

and the promiscuous torment of an everlasting life

 

even though, of course, we are merely

the embodied fantasy of the rocks

 

the earth’s tears

who, nonetheless, have been left

 

wiping eternity from our eyes

we, whose children one day

 

will hang by their feet

from the world’s boulevards and bridges

 

someone’s borrowed piety

carved across their faces

 

a strange, fractured hieroglyph

overwhelming the breeze...

 

 

 

                              (ii)

 

...I love the vicious slide of evolution

the timeless, ruthless high-wire

 

that twists my DNA

into this murderous balancing act

 

where every idea, every thought

is driven by the sun’s lust

 

and so, just like every other rodent

I sit tucked into my special niche

 

eating the wings of flies

licking my scabs

 

a creature trailing its imperfections

high across the ground

 

waiting, however

for sex to slide into my body

 

and fill my brief universe with purpose

then am I free to bite the rising sentinel

 

the one who repeatedly butts his ruthless symmetry

up against my heart

 

an explosion of nerves out on the wire

the one place where love’s tension must always snap

 

the one reason my DNA turns vicious

and blinds the sun from the sky...

 

 

 

                         (iii)

 

...every ballad is a multitude of teeth

an addiction splintering reality

 

into a thousand destinations

each vying for kingship

 

each primed for distraction

the once-in-a-lifetime brouhaha

 

of search engines sewn neatly into the skull

happiness disbarred

 

punched in the throat

this light, this unstoppable light

 

another collision with darkness

a mirth that pushes aside

 

the fatal immensity of death

the ballads splitting open

 

words, destinations, skulls

all fanning outwards

 

the unstoppable happiness

of finally dismembering god...

 

 

 

                                         (iv)

 

...was there ever such a belligerent sky as this

with these crass, slap-stick warriors

 

who high-five destiny

and wave their lonely erections

 

high on every corner

their fixed, viagra eyes

 

dragging women as meat into their mouths

the wide arena of our enlightenment

 

a botox reality

bar-coded, downloaded

 

a tactical shroud

that sweeps across the ecstatic world

 

the passion for overwhelming might

the default movie

 

dragged as meat into our eyes

the sales rep kissing his bullets

 

and begging passers-by to reach out

and touch his lethal flesh

 

the slap-stick destiny of our enlightenment

a tactical passion

 

a frigid, triumphant shroud

that drags its freezing ecstasy through the world...