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

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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

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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

COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

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Binary opposites, Difference, diversity, Language, poem, poetry, Race, Semiotic

COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

colours
of consciousness

sad that the glory of our species
is refused, gets refracted

the way the raiding of the rainbow
bitterly unappreciated

and yet, as we words needing,
useless without
opposite
defining
otherness

how would the absence of difference, kill what
distinguishes, strip us of
all that gives us
meaning, is

innately alien, the very
shifting point to
all we are
everything we
might be

CARPET (UNDER THE)

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child, children, death, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

children die
(your country — conservative estimate —
has killed thousands already)

they burst apart
when bombs hit them
go into seizure when
denied vital droplets of
life-giving water

quality of mercy not strained?
what does he know, where
the fuck is he coming from

where did he study that shit he is saying?
economics teaches us
people are
not equal

a seven-year-old pops: so what!
let’s get back to business, build
our walls
sweep her story, what
is left of her
under the carpet

CHESS IS

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black, Chess, poem, poetry, Race, white

CHESS IS

Chess is
what you are
looking for

the grid on
the board you
superimpose

me, I’m nightmarishly good
with my black pieces

knight, rook, bishop, queen
all out for a piece
of that dead
white king.

TIGER

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identity, poem, poetry, Race, tiger, transformation, William Blake

TIGER

woke up
my eyes big big
gone total tiger

seeing the world
gold black gold black

not the usual
habitual
zebra pattern

no the gold and the black
blazing together, defining
each other

perfectly, symmetrically,
forest of the night
quite intertwined