5 Short Poems

Strange Worlds Away

Given the nation pays them to be dour
and forever carve a hero in their image
from even the most juvenile of crimes,   
retarding poets, leaving the demonised
strange worlds away from repentance,

may the gift to freely contest the power
of all psychiatrists be enshrined as a right
inalienable for all people at all times
and never again, like aspirin, be dissolved 
by any judge in any punitive sentence.

Nietzsche's Cock

A solitary who often downed his slacks,
it must have awoken him to his paternity 
of not just one monster but a myriad,
his cock, and if you sharpen eternity
on the rough whetstone of your period
what you hold in your hand is an axe.

Onward Christian Soldiers

Well, given many a door is knocked
in the knowledge that a real psycho,
a savage dealer of party pills and pot
who's always loaded, always cocked,
might see a secret Rasputinian Trot
on a murderous mission from Tycho
and a righteous response in slavery,
are they not beautiful in their bravery?

Leunig the Lost

What a true source of spiritual direction,
the duck. What a holy symbol of the hope
fulfilment is fated. Say the dirty drakes
that respond to rejection by gang-raping
any poor female duck perilously isolated:
"Obey every erection for a fuck's a fuck!"

Seed Head

Like a fragile little seed head,
on a windy day I was blown apart
and scattered all over the yard.
But I basked in the warm sun,
I drank the water from showers
and I awoke to the power of art
to transform everything hard
into many pretty little flowers.
I died but I didn't remain dead
and I threw away my knife and gun.

The Second Casualty

For Jim Schembri and Lawrence Money.

It was often said of Saddam Hussein 
by those in favour of his dethronement
that when he really wanted to be gory
he literally tore his enemies to shreds
by throwing them into a huge grinder.
And our dictator was clearly insane.
He ground the notion of atonement
with hands hardened by the crank.
But turning men into mince? The story 
was exposed as atrocity propaganda,
and didn't they then shake their heads,
the journos who could be a lot kinder 
to this here former criminal of little rank 
long defaced by their lack of candour
concerning certain assaults by stealth,
long rendered by all the social workers,
nurses and cops who slavishly follow 
our messianic masters of mental health, 
unduly rounding up unhappy lurkers   
outside hallowed cathedrals, so hollow.