ANGRY
distilled my road rage
turned it into
napalm
creamed off the froth
or should I
say
white phosphorous
projectile weapons
needing for
themselves
a whole separate category
of horror
codicil
of angry
14 Saturday Oct 2023
02 Thursday Mar 2023
Tags
PERISH THE THOUGHT
told Pennywise
I was penniless
but would
sell him
some of evil
which
far
exceeded
his own
and so
down in the drain
we soon struck
our deal
me downloading all of
those wicked, wicked fantasies
never turned into story
and him
giving my choice
of blood-soaked toys
some valuable antiques
that that place
on the History Channel
might
dish out lucre to receive
17 Saturday Dec 2022
Tags
Auschwitz, Eden, Evil, Frankfurt School, Heaven, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire
TO BE SURE
Eden, Heaven
had their contradictions to be sure
(you don’t need to be no Frankfurt School
cultural materialist
to figure
that out)
even if never get so bad
as lion and lamb types cavorting across green meadow
to the music of Hitler Helmet marching band
and that serpent
whose shape (to
my shame) I once was (best confess)
Oh the whole of humanity wanna
scotch him, broil him
get
Black Sabbath
on his ass
though snake
hasten
to point this out — actually
got
no ass
male, female, it just all
dick
Boogie Nights thick
and me now
giving up on such slithering
am set on looking
for pure pearl, pearl and lost grail
figure I just need to find and follow
trail of strife, death, torture, tribulation
passing that place of monumental deeds
place
of ovens
where
work
makes free.
18 Thursday Aug 2022
Posted Alien, apocalyptic, Author, book, Chaos, cosmic, Cosmology, Creation, dark, Dark and light, Deconstruction, Destruction, digital age, entropy, Evil, Fantasy, film, Horror, Humanity, Lunacy/madness, Madness, Nightmare, Nuclear, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, popcultural, postmodern, science fictional, Space, The future, Twist in the tail, Universe
inTags
cosmic horror, Cthulhu, Horror, HP Lovecraft, poem, poetry, Universe
MR LOVECRAFT
Mr Lovecraft is coming
to bomb us
in his Cthulhu Stuka-spaceship
he is on his way
this vehicle, dear Admiral,
looks nothing
like a tic tac
or
upturned dinner plate
or Flash Gordon fifties finned
sci-fi style
(bombshell daughter of
Ming: give her
one, why don’t you?)
Yes, took you by surprise, as
the virus did the tentacled
ones in
their Mother ship
(Mother tell me
please tell
me
if
those nice Waylon
corporate dudes left
their
xenomorph
lying around)
no this is Cthulhu
and for once he
seems for real
(as real
as cosmic
horror can
allow itself to be)
Cthulhu
synonymous with
the slime primeval
that tell itself
it is beyond
understanding, beyond
explanation
its only feeling
(except that cold, ancient
loathing for
rationality, for
trigonometry, for
British Empiricism and
the Republic of Plato
all the stuff that
one would indelibly
associate with
mankind (social
media aside)
its only feeling
a messy, mucous sort of love
for Lovecraft the creator
who
finding it as hatchling in his
primeval basement
elevated it to
great (I suppose) literary
and popular
cultural heights
way above its brothers and sisters
and the rest of that spawn.
Mr Lovecraft is
the future is dark and
murky yet
perspicaciously clear
on his way
leading the Cthulhu horde
as they prepare
to bomb us
whilst I play my
downloaded
Arkham Museum horror game
on my smart cell
phone until
they get ridiculously near.
22 Wednesday Jun 2022
LITTLE OLD ME
going to market
myself to the darkness
tell those spirits of the night
that I can bend my brain
around to
accommodate
their schemes
I mean, some of us writers
have had a close connection
to all
that is other
have freely embraced their own
and even gross social evil
so why
should it be such
a stretch
for
little old me
13 Friday May 2022
Posted Ancient Greece, Apocalypse, apocalyptic, Censorship, Chaos, Civilized, classical, Control, Creation, Dark and light, death, Democracy, Destruction, Devil, Dystopia, Ending, entropy, Evil, evolution, existential, Fairy, Fragmentation, Grace, Hell, historical, History, Holocaust, Hope and despair, Humanity, hypocrisy, identity, intense, Intertextual, Judgement, Life, loss, Lost, love, Lunacy/madness, Mathematics, media, Metaphysical, Nightmare, Nuclear, Order, Peace, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, political, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, postmodern, Propaganda, Questions, Repression, Revolution, satire, science fictional, social comment, the city, Time travel, Truth, Universe, utopia/dystopia, Value and meaning, War, Wasteland
inTags
apocalyptic, Censorship, death, Ending, History, Humanity, Life, loss, love, media, Metaphysical, Nuclear, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, power, transformation, War
ARC
(for the dead soldiers
and civilians in Ukraine)
shallow grave after shallowg grave
Each marked by two crossed twigs
this is
what we are
this is what
we have become
(yes, little Oscar, my
beautiful refusenik,
beat that drum
beat that drum)
you can sing the nation’s song,
recite its story
yet
again;
yet again
can match with the people
to the city on the hill, to
the Winter Palace
yet again
(what was it the Jew of Trier said
about history as
forever repetition)
whatever you decide
power had decided for you
has decided
what is needed
who
is dispensable
under what authority
text is scribbled on the chalkboard of centuries,
the lessons that are to be learnt
coded, ratified
published in pristine volumes, broadcast
Universe-wise
who is remembered
who is forgotten
allowed to live
left to die
pretty severe these equations
meant to solve for everything linear
and quadratic
resolve the Hell
that is human life
and let us not extrapolate into
dystopian future, or survival post-nuclear
but select reverse gear
and Delorean
to Plato’s time
those regulatory Greeks (Pythagoras, Euclid,
Archimedes)
measuring the soul, circling
around love
hearkening towards some, call me crazy,
theorem of perfection
who now
is open
to that axiom
all geometry now
brutal in trajectory
arc
as in rainbow that Euclid
did delineate, did faithfully describe
now
just a slice of value intersection
where the x does meet
and destroy the y
07 Monday Mar 2022
Posted Allegory, Apocalypse, apocalyptic, Civilized, Control, Dark and light, death, Devil, Dystopia, Evil, Fascism, Good versus evil, Humanity, Lunacy/madness, Madness, Misrecognition, mythical/mythological, Nightmare, Nuclear, Parable, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, psychological/psychoanalytical, Repression, Shadow, Subversion, Twist in the tail, Unconscious, Unconscious (the unconscious), War
inTags
apocalyptic, Dystopia, Evil, Humanity, identity, meaning, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, psychological, satire, Twist in the tail
SHADOW MAN
no one can kill shadow man
not
for want of trying
from the dawn of humankind
we have tried to wipe him out
remove from the face of the Earth
his tiny, despicable body,
which, strangely,
almost paradoxically.
no one not wishing
to be declared insane
will claim to have encountered
confess to having seen
or heard:
the sound of his evil
somewhere between
air raid siren and
rattlesnake rattle
warning
both of the danger
and of the deep, ugly
incurable hypocrisy
his presence
seems to elicit
as the troops
are marshalled, the Churches driven
militant,
taken to the next
official hysterical level
everything hinging
on his total destruction and
effacement of being
this time
and forever
beyond a shadow of doubt
25 Friday Feb 2022
Posted Drama, Evil, Humanity, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, political, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Uncategorized
inGROUND ZERO
Lucifer
trying
to overthrow
God
knew
what he was doing
Shakespeare’s witches
in his Scottish play
had the perfect recipe
knew what
they were doing
their cauldron simmered
and evil
reigned
but we
we who
had all those centuries
all of history
to learn, practice
rehearse, get our lines right
every scene, every action
and here we are
standing around like fools,
like idiots
the smoke suffocating,
flames consuming
as the great theatre of our life, our
existence, our being, our meaning
is burnt
to the ground.
08 Monday Nov 2021
Posted Desire, Evil, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, psychological/psychoanalytical, Uncategorized
inDEMON EYES
never demonize
you may just
have created
a true demon
thing to throw back
at you
all that
shadow
and shade
growing into this
skin of the demonic
flaunting
that power you
did bestow
right
in your face
and more here
far more
will be elicited, you
will be
asked to give
will be
unceremoniously demanded
Oh those
snake scales, their patterns
so mesmerizing
so much a reflection of what
you have secretly
always desired
31 Sunday Oct 2021
UNLESS HE DID
Halloween tonight
(in case you had forgotten)
need to ask
whether you
got your mask, got
your costume
and whether these
are ironic riffs on
who you are
or
something more extreme
but at least
you are heading out there,
hitting the streets
the evil
you are personifying
embodying
heavier than lukewarm misdemeanour
anti-social medium
but
if, on the contrary, being
contrarian, you are not out there
treat-tricking in
hope you are not
engaged in other form of treachery,
witch/wizarded by current technology
perfect selfie transmitting us
your somewhat photo-shopped
best media face
or charming, enchanting us
with a lip-synch video
or thing if not evil
itself, then infinitely worse,
a bum for all ages, twerking
before me
somehow contriving to balance
my supposed thoughts of lyric grace
with those of carnal Sin
(who am
I to knock the execution
of
perfect physical suggestion)
what we have
here
ladies, gentlemen
my audience
dressed for mayhem
nothing if not
a whole new
species of madness the Devil
never thought about in all his
Luciferian avatars and
diabolical incarnations
unless he
did
unless he did