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18 Saturday May 2019

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FROM THE PAGE

was writing, writing
writing

could not get the words right
(right meaning “exact”,
not in league with
some
masquerading devil

who would march us up
in our regiments, crisply uniformed,
to the iron
gates of Heaven

where angels with machine-guns
check our credentials
let us In)

no the words, as you see here, were
running away from me
flying off at tangents
swirling on the wind
without focus or power

and who would read such
preposterous metaphors,
ridiculous images
Cassandra warnings of
the end to all polity?

and yet
hopeless as the poem is
however ineffectual

the forces of denial are battering away
smashing at my door, pressed up
against my window
desperate to prevent my pen
producing a line, managing
a choice phrase

for this dominion must be absolute, no
dissent is
tolerable

even this sad, worthless effort
blood-washed from the page

SOLITARY

05 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by drdamiang in Consciousness, Control, Justice, Light, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, political, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Prison, Stars, Universe

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SOLITARY

the stars
make their regime
clear as crystal

but are themselves
confused, startled,
as to why we would
so limit consciousness

stick in a windowless,
punishment box of concrete
where their
presence cannot be felt, their
light never enters

see
in their eyes

in
their expression

so much
protest

but
as always with the
politics of man

steadfastly
ignored

other consciousness
such better things to do, so
desperate the need
to protect itself

this our way
until the stars themselves fade

BOILING

14 Monday May 2018

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BOILING

the soup
boiling

people alive
(the great Khan
has not heard that story
about slowly
raising the temperature

watching the frog
broil at
sixes and
sevens)

those who accept power
for what it is, and it
never is
just what it is
(ask my
friend Caligula)
will laugh, shrug their shoulders say,
“let him stew
in his own juices; he
got what he deserved”

and her case
infinitely worse
thinking
of her fate
the darkest pleasure
came pouring

oh how things slide!
one morning “hostile environment”
the next we are all off
to watch the gladiators
“ashes
and dust at the new
Colosseum new
Circus Maximus”

a sword goes in, a trident
finds its target
you wake from
the nightmare

but the horror of
who and wear you are
is a Russian doll, is a
infinite set
of Chinese boxes

first light, crack
of dawn and they wake you:
work detail: so much work to do
enterprise to inflict on
these walking skeletons, ghoulish faces

living dead who need
to be buried

ashes and dust
the problem is never
solved, there is no golden solution

just more and
more
our species trying so hard to
be the perfect
death
machine

our blue Earth
making its

little point
for every every star
out there, every
comprehending eye in
every spiral galaxy

the chemical elements combining
dividing contesting clashing

so much
there
to digest

spinning
in and
out
of perfect control