november 2021


...on which side of the bars do I stand

on the captive side of verse


or on that of the uncaged minotaur

invisible among men


a myth feasting on pain

filling the air with similitudes


with the heroes of soaring iron

this bestial psyche


buried deep within

this, my sweet penitentiary


for truly I was shackled to verse

even while in the womb


so that the mere touch of words

their diction, their sting


has always cut into my flesh

this likeness to no human truth


these similes which move nothing

calm nothing and, indeed, are nothing


just scars left by the void

as still it feasts upon my soul...




                        (ii) the foot of golgotha mankind celebrates

but the angels stand confused


ripping out their hair

then hissing they pull from the sewers


a baby girl of only three days 

and yet at the heart of our world


mankind celebrates 

and orders the angels to be merry


to expose their breasts and sing

as they wash away the faeces


from the child’s tiny face

its limbs blue with cold


and so drinks are ordered

and the music is made louder


strobe lights and cocaine take hold 

in the arms of allah


in the smile of the buddha

at the very root of this earth


mankind celebrates

and angels throw themselves to the ground...