Dissensus-uncensored citizens their post-fluidarity
Jams the geodesic sepulchres of GCHQ
The ballet of chatter threatens the iron triangle
A-theism in-corporates the earth’s blown powder
But resistance to existential terror within
Microquakes at neo-feudal controlsQuivers flesh contra the Universal Event
Military ground aches with mediatized Odes
While secular fatwas begin the law of rules
Territorialized apostrophes in the dead mouths of victors
We are in love with Eros and you with a suitcaseDirty device crafted by cells O! new
Selves unresolved on a new war footing
Self-made utopias draped in black
Self-othering hood Klans one’s unbecomingthe obsolete body art of choreographed excess
a video diary that couldn’t care more or less
Floating on flesh-hooks in betweenness aloftwho licks the blinding gusset of combat knickers
kicks a pile of fleshly rags shovelled by rubber-necking rednecks? Instead of thumbprints
they press sweat-stains into the dustiest corners.
A body regime splintered by such loving
inhabits what it shall never possess
A barbed obscenity haunts for an extra earthe parasitic cyborg whose hearts and minds
surrender to the body’s self-absorption.
Under the hood maggots nest like emotion
Black night stiffens the resolve of the window.
Wipe-out rain, a bad sound effect of rain, white-
noises your voices out, rustles up a simpler sound
of God’s brass neck talking through His hat
Your ruffled reflection raises the ethical question
as you paste words like ‘author’ and ‘authority’
on the board beyond this screen of your becoming
Wind, though outside, sheers your breath away.
On a traffic island in
Hardman St., a kneeler torches the night
in Guantánamo orange, grizzled by a protestant cloud.
Police rush on in yellow. Fleshing blue lights on cars
parked as barriers breed darkness in the dark
Smack a lip or two, ruddied up, roughed up for a smile.
Tonight, Condoleezza Rice is being entertained
The foreign secretary, spotting bare-headed top brass,
swipes the tin hat from his head as he follows
down the steps to
’s soft tarmac the secretary of
state’s smile Iraq
that’s clammed to her face like a category mistake
that dropped down one floor in the lift and emerged
a changeling into the roar of a canvas wind.
Celebrity murderess heads off to a fresh beheading.
Elegant heels lift slender ankles, where he follows
Yawning policewomen guard the spaces in
she leaves, a line of orange cones elisions in her diary
Her brain barks orders like a sea captain during desertion.
Abu Ghraib grey ocean lips sharp-toothed cliffs brushed by sun.
The mutineers have taken the dormitory.
As their voices fall asleep, they murmur against her
A tall man came to their door an
Instance of polite rendition
She was in a loose dressing gown he
Could see a strap it was
The wrong hotel between the killings
Kaleidoscope reassembled history
Moved ‘inevitably’ towards
Warrantless wiretaps and zap the road
was shelled every day Damascus
He stuck his fingers in a bag of salt
Zawahiri had them shot filmed it
Following a script
Provided by their enemies they dropped
Leaflets on fields of perfumed martyred corpses
Self-protection was self-consumption scared
Or sacred it’s eased into the holiest story
A sonnetized account with the biggest screen test
Local colour was masked by raw
Overheads and the heresy was mere hearsay
When evidently witless their mouths agape they rose
At bungled bugle-blasts jamming Agape and Eros
In the ballad of the blade she bites him
Obliged attack he shoots mightily back in
Terror or error she tries to send the message
From compassion back to passion
She writes releases for rouged regimes
When she’s finished she pulls the plug
And he spills the viscous liquid for her