Content to flick away at the modes of repression,
A finger swipe here or there, to the left or,
To the right – it makes little difference – the accountant can make his audit up.
The links in this chain are tiny, momentary flashes of desire,
Anger, disappointment, ennui,
We have always given of ourselves so easily –
Is that why they take so much?
There is no route out of politics by more politics.
Hope is the enemy. Nothing grows in that soil but weeds.
Am unable to locate the source
From which it issues –
It seeps out when the dishes
Want washing, or when
I look into the eye of the moon.
I speak it out loud, so it need not
Seep no more – only then it evades
Articulation, goes hiding, pretending
Beneath the sofa it don’t exist at all.
Why so afraid – to be trapped?
All such wild things fear the Trap,
Vicious though they may be, pacing
Back and forth in the cage,
Useless postures, docile without
Intention, ineffectual, subjected.
Orientalists prized the pride
Of the jungle. Or was it
Shame that soared above
Gilded cages of
Without a wound, one wonders
Where the pain should issue forth?
Pace back and forth:
Stone, pine cone
Alone is alone
A bird wound around the branch
Forgive my poised meaninglessness
Let’s drive nowhere
It won’t be said, but insists
It will be spoke
It won’t be missed
Wriggling in a
I’ve got to go nowhere
Take my pain with you
It can’t live