PRAY THE UNIVERSE

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afterlife, books, poem, poetry, Universe

PRAY THE UNIVERSE

pray the Universe
is not a book

for only the great
characters

(heroes, antiheroes,
villains)

will earn
a second read

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LIBRARIAN

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books, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Universe

LIBRARIAN

outside the world was
drifting, descending into chaos,

outside the library
the world
was all at sea

but the librarian kept looking,
reading, classifying
hopped from book to book
like an exotic tree frog
or mundane honey bee

and what was all this text for
stuff he was gathering
what use his little
wisdom harvest
against our
terminal storm?

so steep the
angle of declination
and yet
the library

keeping its line, its
clear orientation

the librarian been gathering
from the first light of dawn

IS IT?

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poem, poetry

IS IT?

is it
because writing is
so difficult you
protest books

feel they are
telling you things best
not thought, not known?

that flag, those boots
seriously simplify

that mirror reflects
only what you
want to see

nothing of humanity there
the mirror
has drowned it

let’s the
image free

to live (if that’s the word)
kill, destroy

for that’s what it boils down to
with your simplify

no easy way to
read the text

of life

from page
to page

the pain
the pain the little
joy

not the delusion of perpetual war
fueled by anger ecstasy

AT ALL

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Nazi, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

AT ALL

read a book
from cover
to cover

suddenly my
life
looked
so other

my world
and its flag
so very small

this
I did not
expect
at all

BURN ME

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Nazi, poem, poem poetry political moral, Universe

BURN ME

the book called out to me
“burn me, burn me”
I deal in fictions, I
cast spells of lies

and so, being
a man of truth, of
the Bible and petrol
I did oblige

MEEK AND MILD

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Nazi, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, writing

MEEK
AND MILD

burn my books
please

it’s what
I want

the demons
I write
only come
alive at
451
Fahrenheit

one tracked
and caught
a Nazi
once

tortured him down
to his last
blood-
drop

had him
crying like
a little child

returned
to innocence
meek
and mild

LIBRARY

LIBRARY

the prison has
a wonderful library

the library
is a beautiful prison

I tried to
swim but
the books got
water-logged
and I drowned

try to fold pages together
to make wings
a flock of
origami birds to
pull my
sky chariot

but the ruse failed, as with Icarus
the Sun stepped in, pulled
his sieg heil wax
melding number

and so
I fell
into the ocean
drowned again
(music in my ears as
I sank:
must have been
Nemo
blasting away on
the Nautilus’ church organ)

SHORT STORY

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poem, poetry

SHORT STORY

the Children’s Library
is taking fire

pity there are
too few bibles around
to stop the bullets

those great novels I read
when I was a kid
and, to my eternal shame,
those that I didn’t
riddled now, shredded
turned to confetti

and the children on the floor huddled
together for their last story

AS WITTGENSTEIN MIGHT SAY

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poem, Universe

AS WITTGENSTEIN
MIGHT SAY

I shelved the world
for a moment

up there
with my books

they didn’t talk much
to each other

the world
being everything

my books
knowing everything
as Wittgenstein
might say

AT YOUR PERIL

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

AT YOUR
PERIL

The book
is full of
evil energies

dripping
with dark imaginings

do not
open it

but now
you have read it
cover to
cover

how do
you live
with the truth
you have learnt?