hear now

here now
hear now
here to
there to
hear now
here now
tic toc
BANG!

Press On

off is merely the opposite to on
yet we seem to live all of our on
in fear of what might happen when our on switches off

all we really know
is that none of us know how or why we were switched on in the first place

maybe that’s what it means to
“press on”

it’s a stinker

what is a thought?
who is the thinker?
oops, I just farted,
good grief! – what a stinker!
on the stage or all in my head
maybe I should have just stayed in bed?

what is this poem?
who is the hearer?
don’t sit so close, don’t come any nearer
even if it comes in the dark of the night
in the light of day
it just won’t just go away

what is this head?
who is its leader
if it’s not said
would it be any easier?
if my mouth remains closed
my head would explode

on the stage or all in my head
I really should have just stayed in bed

the potato speaks…

…and if you look closely
you too will see
potatoes have eyes
just like you, just like me

so be kind to politicians
they do know the way
but only for themselves
though this they won’t say,
nor hear, nor speak
unless it serves them

so of course they can see…

exclusively

it might definitely be true

it might be true
but it might be a lie
how? you might say
t’wasn’t me, t’was I
as once it was said
to those who should know
I told you I’d never say “I told you so!”

War Games/War Gains

like kids in mud the world goes thud

it’s just a game until we see blood

it’s make-believe, or so it seems

it’s all surreal until the neighbour screams

testosterone – on the phone

feeding the maniacal digital drone

mindless missiles ripping straight through

technology’s blessings undoing the glue

of humanity’s new dawn of peace

as humanity navigates a different lease

and the landlords and bankers

wring their blood-soaked hands

and in the times to come

who would understand?