may 2018




...every poem is a life sentence

an unyielding prison


a wilderness crawling from my throat

and every syllable of every word


is a stone in death’s mouth

a planet held between teeth


so that grief swallows logic

and the solitary language of confinement


is all that is left of life

is all of the world wide open


to a mind immured

the deserts groaning, the walls crawling with semen


the skies troubled by justice

and everyone torn by the wilderness


that sits between their teeth

and every bead of sweat on every brow


is proof I was pulled from the womb

with prosody already chained to my neck


already haunted by verse

already terrified by the verdict of birth...






...and then came coitus behind glass

our fingers intertwined, our tears trailing backwards


the biometric evolution had begun

and we were held ready for the surgical intimacy


of a rapping, raping primate

in love with its own promiscuity


its own mushy angst

this was to be a metamorphosis


a coronation of some microscopic species of god

for whom its own blood


had now the face of gold

and gold the face of all blood


for there was indeed to be no more mercy

just a lifetime of four hundred long years


masturbating before a screen

mesmerised by how the tools of death


had wound themselves so tightly around our flesh

our tears betrayed by tears


our fingers still intertwined

and evolution a pastime behind glass...





                             (iii) not one speck of a word can be seen

my mind is featureless


a blank, never-ending tunnel

that nonetheless reverberates invisibly


with chorus upon chorus of squalid witticisms

clichés that bounce like demons from the walls


like those elastic messiahs and prophets

all of whom tease


humankind away from itself

away from the lonely triumph


of embracing its own black skin

somewhere deep inside the tunnel


where truth receives its paper blood

its paper eyes, its paper breath


the one, explosive moment of conception

a stone that seeks tenderness


anything which can crush the solitude

turn back starlight


and even split evil from evil

the one, never-ending victory of words...