TRUTH LIGHT

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poem, poetry, satire

TRUTH LIGHT
(ON THE BOIL)

It’s all
truth light

no truth
deep

or truth
dark

no truth master brewed
that (more than
just a grain)

rises from the ground to
satisfy richly, green
as John Barleycorn

Oh we
sup our ale, and before
that our mead, longing
for truth that is not
a concoction

need not
be distilled

(though there on the stove
boiling away

Mr Frankie Boyle

strong as a
steam train, his cruel
carefree truth

finding its mark
having
its
wicked way

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WHAT WE ARE

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poem, poetry

WHAT WE ARE

we are what we are by conquest
that’s God’s (our God’s) awful truth
the love
hatred we feel
scripted by
history
taught
from birth

Oh, but
too fast you
write, you speak
my friend

the hate
but not
the love

this our
saving
gracious truth

IN TRUTH

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poem, poetry

IN TRUTH

I walked by
the factory that
produces truth

I won’t say
“fabricates”, that
word so loaded

all the while singing
a song I
barely remember

my song a lie
this poem a lie.

TRUTH RUTH

read your
truth in
the tabloid

shocked at
your lack of
depth

that skin deep
is so
very deep
for you

(deeper than
in any tabloid
ever)

IN MEMORIAM

when truth
died
they had a
State funeral

everyone came out to mourn

it would have been
such a moving occasion
had they not

forgotten the name
of the deceased

FUNNY HYPOCRISY

Here’s a
funny thing

funny
as can be

they will never
decriminalize the truth

criminalize
hypocrisy.

PINPRICKS

those suns
are pinpricks

the star ones
massive only when
we sensed distance

and what distance
enough to swallow
all words and thoughts
even, especially
the
crazy true ones

SQUIGGLE-N-SCRAWL

watch the pen
squiggle its way across the paper

there may well
be something if not
Earth-shattering
in that scrawl

at least enough to
put a Cardinal in a
state of despair
as those little
words tear a
hole (not yet
a singularity) through
his cosmology

INTEGRITY

I can speak
here glibly
of rebirth
and transcendence

whilst you nod your head
in tacit agreement forgetting
the question of
who or
what I am and
my sincerity

or whether they are all
no longer at issue, a matter
for history to
say
whether my skull looks
sharp or dull and
the mouth
still swears integrity.

STAR METAL

Star metal
and so much death
at your expense

I watched the Marikana video then
slipped off home on foot
the shopping centre parking
lot deserted, just floodlights, neon
signage and
a few brash (Sirius? Centauri?) stars to
take my breath away for a moment in rare
recognition of their wonder
but as I reached the gate
I stared but
a moment to long
across the road at
two slim figures in
the shadows
creatures of the periphery
avatars of all
demolished beauty
one moving fast
as a shark through calm
night waters until
within speech, recognition
range of temptation

and there was the line
clear as
fire

across which might cross or
elect not to

and there the law
the
self-righteous law
whose dream is
prevention

whose currency death.