Poetry

  • The Exile
    No I never sold off, not in the silence of my sanctuary I never turned away from my disgust of the bankrupt Fortress of capitalism, the fruits of cruel depravity Deep in the culture of fetish and commodity, but stop There and see that I still love you and think dearly Of our labours, the struggle in the name of ...
  • Libation
    Surely as I sit before you, man, do you know how The apparatus of the cunt needs the tongue of man It needs yes it needs you to pray kneel between now And forever, between heaven and god, the lines of tan Across your chest sinking into that magnificent armoury Of spurting and pricking weapons, but oh tongue me Let me ...
  • Propaganda
    The screen glowed with the propaganda of the right And never wrong in the comfort of their beliefs their Followers spread rumours and doctrines with high Claims and entertainment, they hail emotions where Questions simply become a Malthusian commitment To the pillory of The Lazy, The Ignorant, The Poor Those whose freedom is envied, such resentment From the middle classes who mimic ...
  • Note to Woman
    There is rarely the compassion of man amongst these When a woman surrenders, abandons the fortress of her Heart, of her soul, and she is favoured in the largesse Until the realism of her pain appears, for she is woman her Verity is without conceit, without esteem, she has sinned By believing the world will not violate her and leave ...
  • The Desert
    There is rain tonight and the earth smells sweetly Of a steam hot from deep the caves of Baclayon The wooden boards beneath my feet are dusty Where our bodies have so long not pressed upon With sweat and wine, now here it is like the desert Of the north, the rain evaporates in the air it never Touches land, never ...
  • Six Laddish Days
    Alright, I was wrong, they will bury him on Monday Early in the morning they will walk that long distance From here to the burial grounds and that will make Sweating and palpitations because summer comes Today, so there are two more nights of craps and ale To endure, of high pitched men’s voices as if their balls Hung from their ...
  • Dismal
    They will bury the dead tomorrow in the early morning Before the sun wilts the purslane by the windows we Must pick them and remember the dead we are staying Home, and tonight will be the last night of their spree Of ale and game of craps, here the dead is celebrated By drinking and gambling, bragging, and these men Strangers ...
  • Do You Chat?
    “Do you chat?” he asked, and I said yes if he was Noam Chomsky, and I am sure it is not only I who Lament the shortage of common intelligence past The flirting of horny males capable of a few mono Syllabaries masquerading as Ahrtist Ahngst Ahvant Please, just chat amongst yourselves lads I keep Better things to do than watch ...
  • A Water Engine
    There in a village above us is a machine that pumps Like a heart, passing from here to there and sucking From the belly of the earth burrowing through clumps Of clay and coral stones of a million years sputtering The hard and heavy water whose sound now absent From the machine now broken under the incompetence Of pretentious men knowing ...
  • A Coming of Age
    It was as if the moon had come down upon this kindred Not one but many, they were the pure light of vigil A wake where no one must sleep lest the devil pilfer His wandering soul, his vulnerable body, a seedling Hidden in the heart of this old, old man, puerile in his Desires because he often asked for ...
  • Coffee in the Morning
    How else could coffee ever be served but in this Abundantly lavish fashion of cinnamon and honey Coconut cream and the scent of such, oh this Swirl of bird song in the morning that cuddle me Coo me in the warmth of his breasts, how else Could these carmine berries ever be savoured But in the pensive touch of his hands, ...
  • Formerly
    Shyly, the lady of the spheres uncurled her fingers Patted the sopping earth with her hand The pilgrims stopped at her feet to bask slivers Of her skin upon their heads dusting the sand That gathered on their eyelashes acquired From the desert and its sunless dunes When gales wrung themselves still as conspired And the rain simmered indignant until soots Caked the ...
  • Meditation in the Outbreak of War
    Blue is the colour of their skins and their deserts weave a billow of tears an oasis of blood and I weep of the spears stabbed into their flesh by the soldiers of The Great Country a slaughter of yearlings the Campaign of Subversion the voice of the False Prophet Look the children dream of locusts in the night and they lose their teeth to the yellow cakes of the valley, their skins to the ...
  • Deplungerst Plundeterre (fatima ex machina)
    With    great trepidation I plunged the           murky depths my first attempt turned       the plunger inside   out! but undeterred I plunged         plunged      on until the      toilet began to moan and I       knew victory was in sight           bravely I       plunged   on and after       ...
  • Asurablé, levita: Conversariandus Intimatus (fatima ex machina)
          tonight my wife is back I am weak at       talk of           her    faithlessness          sweat drips down my legs and           I loathe not to ask   (Conversari)   “There is muschatter lately, chattersight of your carapacioue.” “What exhaustures. Look at them as sucomplements.” “But you aback me. We do not thevitate nor ...
  • Angeluciene Whandoor (fatima ex machina)
    of course, I really        didn’t know he was this animal, he        was different   he          cared for my        soul    he was poor and   he grew the most beautiful flowers     he listened to me     he came on              a       train journey that God sent             ...
  • Cardiodementia con Pulmonoputa (fatima ex machina)
    you be my candito primero para menitomentis para denios para dismiso y cardiodementia con pulmonoputa, putahombre traughedios porque deniere mis offeredios pazmortum   so   bres anever amemberden           o burden ofinitome tu me frome breache           breache                    breache             and so       ...
  • Sicknesslickunstime (fatima ex machina)
    now     a sigh a time       for in betweenness       please such sweetness         tonight Tocatch toglimpse           tosteal that splendid sight of your   Hand (is that your hand?)   Is that you lonesome are you        lonesome bedsome woo my      loveleed          sight       of wuss and    wank a smile a sigh oh!       ...
  • Cipherstasy (fatima ex machina)
        Lightly moving flowing soaking So nice isn’t it so    cool to the        skin where the lines are drawn freely but not          too carefully with certainty Certainly      free to follow    the       form and not digress with the   flow         free to follow the form       and        not   ...
  • Phallictant Flirt (fatima ex machina)
    fling my swineredge         that cuck     a       Rush of blood to forego to Foregot disbegot the memory of my gaping mouth      but   alas! there        is no pearl that customarily       falls          from his core        Whore am I who but a whore-wife       ecstashameless whore-wife waiting for    the ...
  • Exhumandi Caro (fatima ex machina)
    the smog     of humanity the carclang of the wind desecraplesses          your carcass skin your hair       the city-fry       adds Guttural          to the Chancarbon wissonnance          and          tonnagutter the hapless tuning smoke      of           the window wang Offending smells    fog of the city    of carbon       wishang fiddlang for the ...
  • Absentocalumny Love (fatima ex machina)
    leave the           rest (of them) and I will    wait    each day warmed    with my portion of           fish   and    rice in the wreck of ardent       Absent          desire but oh! where are you my love why (went shopping for rubber)       so far so long away  awayward way to wait     from ...
  • Sterlissimo Capturablese di CCTV (fatima ex machina)
    last night was clear as daylight   your hands on   the cctv     time lapse       lapse lapse lapsing      imaging the objective     multiplex eye of        he doth pose and moan this sexing cctv       Who else ’twas clear           as daylight       Who else ’twas clear        we are real   ...
  • Skingerstrut (fatima ex machina)
    grinding skins on sorest edges of thy Teeth thy frightful laugh thy sly lousy strut               like the edges          of an old tooth            raw skin and       nails     Slay this         finicus              with the focus of        of ...
  • Stramuranteril Echombassboom (fatima ex machina)
    paw       me         Merciless prick on my     cold       Lolled cheek chankered   and cankered         my blood in the lamplight morgue Lord will that         ever make my          soul jump with joy       my eyes pop    with joy my eyes pop with joy my eyes        pop my blood in ...