SUBLIME

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fake news, Fiction, lies, media, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire, Truth, wordplay, writing

SUBLIME

the lies
are getting grandiose
habitual sublime
labyrinthine

truth no longer
serves as a
fall back position

outside the studio
the sky is turning glassy
as if the Earth
is getting a lens

through which or
a lens upon which
to project each untruth
now turned
work of
supreme fiction

better than all the fables, parables,
fairy tales
the monstrously deluded

who fell
far short in the telling
power to
truth

did write

ANGEL

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corona virus, covid-19, death, Humanity, identity, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, power, Reader, satire, spiritual, thermonuclear, Truth, wordplay, writing

ANGEL

the angel
of death
(is there
any other?)
aligns
himself
via the stars

attaches via minuscule
spines
to do his
really insidious cell
manipulation
potent damage

and this
for our
Sins
the big seven deadlies
(like me
to list them)

or just, yunno, as
part of
evolution
or for no
damned reason

just on a whim
a fleeting whim that
got consolidated
into a
strategy

and why should we
take issue, have a
spiritual or
metaphysical problem

it’s our science
we see
reflected in that mirror
in the fingers
stretching out from
that dark sleeve

to press
the button
press the goddamned button

that
droplet landing in
place of
convenience
fatally speaking

Oh, give the angel
a break — what
do you expect from me
wish me to say? I am
when
all is said and done
a fucking poet
of sorts
pretensions of
being a writer

how am I going to allow you
to redact this knowledge, this wisdom
freely censor this

we are all
in the same boat, same pot,
Heaven, Nature’s
death messengers revelling
in every life moment
as absolute
freedom of expression

FOOTNOTE TO PLATO

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Bureaucracy, poem, poetry, television, template, Truth, writing

FOOTNOTE TO PLATO
(TEMPLATE TO ARISTOTLE)

seeing this
poem

does not
conform to the template

will not fit
your dinner plate

will not observe
the dictates of the Earth’s
great tectonic plates
and they
shift and
agitate

determining our fate

Oh those great stuffing-themselves parents
who told us
to our faces
we were
just so lucky
did not
know how
lucky
had it all on a plate

still clinging to the truth
a 40, 55, 85 inch box
will tell them

bound ever
more tightly to the logic
of bureaucracy

in these
darkest of days
darkest
of days

TOO

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corona virus, covid-19, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, silence, Truth

TOO

pin drops
can you hear it
of course
you can hear it

the penny
drops
too

sounds seismic, the shockwave
telling you

at the moment of
penned up thought, strict isolation

how deep the dependence
need for
closeness, connection

soon the realization will spread,
soon at the mercy of
every human contagion

knowing that
of all things that the
virus is
here to test

here to
demand

the hardest by far
is the truth
the truth

UNDER THE SUN

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lies, poem, poetry, satire, Snake, Truth

UNDER THE SUN

I am serpent
I speak
with venom

can swallow
many times my size
everything
under
the
Sun

except
your lies.

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE CORONA VIRUS

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corona virus, media, poem, poetry, satire, Truth

THE TRUTH ABOUT
THE CORONA VIRUS

corona virus
so horrible
how you
spread

so virulent
in how you
squeeze out life
forcing us with
titanic reluctance

at last
to tell
the truth

NOT THE AUTHOR

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Author, fake, poem, Poet, poetry, Reader, Truth

NOT THE AUTHOR

I’m the fake author
of so many poems

the more not-me
I appear, the more
appreciative the read

he and
I so different

yet
with each poem
getting that
little bit
closer

or, it could be,
moving further away.

FAKE POET OF THE YEAR

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fake, ironical, poem, poetry, true

FAKE POET OF THE YEAR

this poem
is over ready

ready to
strike a deal

this deal being
I scribble
some shit

you give it
meaning

pull metaphors
out of the air

as you spin me
into
serious contention

for title of
“fake poet
of the year”

HERE’S A LITTLE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, post-truth, postmodern, poststructuralist, Truth, wordplay, writing

HERE’S A LITTLE

here’s a little inconspicuous truth
speed-read it quickly, park
it by the kerb

skim, elude what they
said about poetry in
all their apologies, those
buffoon Romantics

thought their
softly measured words
would change the world

and now, philosophically circumspect
to the letter
we no longer talk, think
about truth
since syllables do
beg to
differ

or so those mystics of the sign profess
who post-moderned us
in every
relative category

so candle, torch, flame or fire
all defunct now, no longer inspire

conspicuous by
their absence, no
space here for
defiance

a match though, which you
could just as well ignite or
break and fashion
into small stick man

your choice (as voice
runs dry and poem ends)

of image
to define

ROOF

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apocalyptic, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, post-truth, postmodern, poststructuralist, Truth

ROOF

the truth is
shabby

the truth is
fake
at best
ironic

and yet

add up
every shabby truth

and it becomes
spectacular

becomes a tsunami
heading down
thehigh street

pouring through
your door, windows,
and (lastly)
TV screen

ripping off
your roof