IT’S A RIOT

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Censorship, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Repression, riot, satire, wordplay

IT’S A RIOT

but nobody
is laughing

even
though
ratings are
through the
roof

but don’t be
looking for
a seat ringside

where you
can film it all
in wide-
angle lens

these cyborgs
don’t like
to be seen
on film
have an
instinctive aversion
to getting
captured on
camera

something about
allergy and
the nature of truth

a joke, really,
though try to
suppress even
the slightest snigger,
giggle or smirk

because laughter
has become a
capital offense

laughter will get you
hanging from a tree

vigilante judicial police
justice
a beauty for
the world
to see.

FLASH NEWS

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Censorship, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, riots humanity, satire, Truth

FLASH NEWS

they flash
their press cards
like it is
supposed to
mean something

press means we
have a right
to arrest, a
right to oppress

it’s there
in
black and
white

tabloid headlined
in the all- new
unwritten

final
constitution

FOR ALL WOULD BE POLITICALLY CORRECT LOVERS OF PEOPLE OTHER (SUCH AS, OF COLOUR)

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poem, poetry, satire

FOR ALL WOULD BE
POLITICALLY CORRECT LOVERS
OF PEOPLE OTHER (SUCH AS,
OF COLOUR)

I wonder
if when you
make love
to a person
other
(say,
of colour)

whether
political correctness
does not
jam your
difference settings
make you unnecessarily stiff

copulating like an android
with fully
robotic movements

and as
for
the
poetry, the
mouth-musical
soundtrack
there your
carefully programmed care
would make
a Dalek sound
like
Baudelaire

yet
your tin
heart
so in
the right
place
(perfectly
straight-laced)

SUGAR

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Caribbean, love, poem, poetry, spiritual

SUGAR

I am a
soft centre

I am
a sticky bun

philosophically
I’ve been a
sweet tooth
as long
as I can
remember

so much
Caribbean
reggae rum
sugar

in my love, simply
there to
abide
in
grace
in love.

SHARE

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earth, Ending, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, racism, xenophobia

SHARE

the way they say
“go home”

it’s like
“leave our
blue skies
green
garden

matter-of-fact
leave the planet

go to
the cold deep space
where there
is no humanity

or a
little less
than here”

we
hear you

who wish
to exhaust this
dead planet
for your
dead selves

be utterly selfish about
who breathes its air
its toxic
lung-burning
acidic air

soon the
sea
turned the colour

of deset camouflage
the land
seeped in
spewed oil a
gangrenous gray

will match your words
experts in
language will
laud this
iconic achievement

which, in absolute
selfishness, you
who must
take
every credit

steadfastly arrogate,
even ironically,
refuse to share

IN THE HISTORY OF CHESS

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Chess, History, Metaphor, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Race

IN THE HISTORY OF CHESS

In the history of Chess
everybody remembers
that Earth-shattering day

black
won his (or her) first game

the oceans rising, the skies
boiling, the volcanoes
volcanoing
everything

blowing its top at
the “mat” of
the white king

which was strange
all this happening
at the end
of the very
first game

maybe
white history
is a lie.

NOT A RACIST BONE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, racism

NOT A RACIST BONE

we all got
racist bones
in our bodies

should try our best
to ensure they
do not speak

just do the
dinosaur stuff
they do
unobjectionably,
quietly
in the background

do not
jump up in
my face
tell me
“it
don’t
exist”

NEITHER

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erotic, identity, love, Other, poem, poetry, power, Race, Sexual

NEITHER

either
neither

neither
either

trying to chip my paint off
but it’s difficult — no,
impossible!

the logic of binary
imprinted on my skin
creased into my brain

and yet
I am what
I am (forgive
my antique French)

no archetype me
I do not encapsulate
embody either

and so
I look into your otherness
to escape dilemma, dichotomy
of dead alternatives

your body
different beyond different

and yet
my fingers enter you, these
aforementioned, paint-stripping, absolving fingers,
find you
— as far as it goes — the almost
perfect mirror to
my touch

AWAY

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Britain, British, Game of Thrones, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, racism, royal baby, satire, Starbucks cup, television, TV, writing

AWAY

the twit that tweeted
slur on a Royal for
less than
pure whiter-
than-white skin
(Danny, in truth, who is
it who looks the
shade more
simian?)

the twit that
gave the Starbucks cup
to Danaerys Targaryen
thinking it
as good American
capitalists do,
a sort
of a Holy Grail

choose
which one
you are going to
plumb for as in
Chigurh coin toss

so much value in your
missing-the-point life
you just
mustn’t throw away

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance