Occupancy

There was a time enforced
I licked therein the back of your head,
Before their gums replaced my tongue
So turned my teeth to lead.

I cannot move for seeing you,
In currency, the emptying sea;
In pastoral ways, bloodhound veins,
Freedom formed from occupancy.

The decision maker’s dossiers
Have your headware stamped;
The prisons, schools and hospitals,
The tanks upon the ramps.

Even time, no less,
With your ages marked;
Should I rescind enriching binds,
Cerebral riots sparked.

Heliopolis

We are not a voter,
We are consumers and buyers.

These are not politicians,
These are bloated
Showboating liars,
Even then ineffectual,
Snakes eating
Regenerating tails.

There is no singular truth
From mouths of proven beasts
Gnawing on their sleazy deceit
And trimming with pliers
Their golden-tipped nails,
Helium balloons for heads
And guru gullibilities
For their beds,
Faux democracy
Feeding compliance.

I will not be beholden
To misappropriated rules
By the imbeciles set,
Held up like an orb
At the end of a staff
In which all greeds
Do swirl and laugh.

Rise up suffrage
From the dead,
Thrown under
Busses in blue
And also the red,
I do not need a uterus
To be this much misled.

I would rather chew
My own ear off
Than align myself
To the greater and
The lesser of these two evils.
I have fooled myself
As much as their
Legerdemain
Fooled me, but now aware,
And no longer scared,
In writing we will find
Our liberty, I have said,
So rise up,
Rise up suffrage,
And bring out your dead.

Revive A Version Of Me

Revive a version of me
On quiet pages written,
Within a work I’ll never read,
Upon a different Britain.

For though the bandits won,
Those scoundrels and the bigots,
And all our lovers, woebegone,
Drowned on foreign frigates;

When all’s accounted, more or less,
Our xenophobes decanted,
Abusers too, then eat their mess,
And feed MPs replanted,

Then perhaps, the maps I find
Will chart more coloured places,
Less partisan, this paradigm,
With free and hopeful faces.