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 & [Written in anger against Australia sending troops to the Gulf War & by extension to the protagonists in the many wars small & large everywhere & for the anger at us you me in particular for assenting to it, like the free always will & the poets never should]
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that's another thing listen to me I'm going to begin
begin with the sky why not begin with the sky that warps us like we know something
begin with mean ness & boundaries & nations & never let up just keep on keep on
with the sky leering down & begin again with a rage bigger than a mountain seen through a small window
begin with lions and angels and beasts & other things we know all about like economics or oil or warfare
begin with the animals of our hearts & songs the rhythms we have without permission have
begin with the out out back plagiarising someone else's culture
begin with the prissy penned poets & their selfness their not worried so what
their boys own delici us us us us with notes & nots nots
so whats
no
begin again with angels in the blue sky looking out of a plane there is anger no
there is the beginning of a rage so big no one can find it
there is a rage so big even I cannot see it like the mountain
begin like a poet no use to anyone & every time I ask these wankers yell me fuck me
fuck me & then run away Go away! Faster! Now! I'm not interested
& there's another anger before I know it beginning to come come
beginning to come like beginning like passion over the horizon like the beginning
& the end like a pale holocaust there's no point in being subtle in a rag
shop age hit them & hit them again until the pacifist in you yells out
to begin begin begin either a pacifist or a masochist begin she says beat out
your rage before you explode in night before no one will notice before
you go out extinguished gone out emitted completely subtly before they even notice
begin to notice you have gone out extinguished flamed flimsied out too subtle to fuck
you have gone out no no no not yet is that the southern aurora the end of the world
or someone igniting penguins against the dark
no no no
no you will not go out I will not out out I will not hide behind you
I will not hide behind the you I will do as I say I will I will I will
& not like those little pansies new agers wanting love out of rocks
no small vibrations not little rocks for love nothing not not not visionaries who do
IQ tests & hope to be accepted by Mensa & no not locked up closets which contain who knows what
male & female who worry about the size of their dicks
no shattered black with vile automobiles auto auto auto self mobiles
not room for subtlety no black legged sulkers who want to know about love
but shrink from hello no cool cool cool freeloaders waiting with an axe
no no no no shattered black nothing not nothing no cool slinkers no Ack Ack Ackers
no jack hammers nothing to doers who don't talk any more because
because that is all
no plumped up little princes who wear cardigans & pull & mewl at themselves
their cardigans up around their backs like octopuses weary for the line
the line even drugs are a fashion accessory like cardigans no cardigans ever nothing
no sitting down & clapping into nothingness no listening for god no
not for lickers or critics either not for them who like good manners
only if it's applied to them no not the mean little fuckers with nothing
no nothing for anyone
I tell you I'm so I'm so I'm angggry listen.
Listen to the sound the rain of jackhammers of old protest songs
listen to the sound of nothing it's all the same
& what's it to me doomed from birth like all of us doomed from birth
listen to the jackers doomed from birth the loyal sisterhood
you get the knife in sisters don't you wanting savageness & stones of bitches you kill
with tongues there are green green stale eyed sisters who kill I am not a boy but
one of you like one of any one but I will not be sympathetic to fear or deadly friendships
will not be your pet savage noir decked out in sympathy & sneers
talk to me when you understand & not before but don't expect much not yet
listen I have been sympathetic sympathetic so that songs fell out of me
like honey like jam like I don't know what but not sweet no not sweet
not ever sweet yes like honey that is so sweet it leaves a bitter sting singing after it
listen I've listened to the sympathetic boys & here I was thinking that to live
here on this silly planet you had to take things seriously or die
in a justified economic mass of chemicals & bombs but I grew up with flowers powering
like bandsaws in the night like heartache sung in 1953
listen I am not ready to give up this softness I have taken so long to grow
I am not ready to be bitten or for these lolling curds to suffocate
because they do not like air because they want someone to beg so long as its not them
like pilgrims or someone taking something seriously for a change
listen 1500 men died last week on the Hadj & someone said they would have died anyway
& who can be angry about that heh heh dying to be born they were
but there's no Hadj for the likes of me of us no driving around in circles no blessedness
like a personal angel throbbing beside me waiting to pick up my handkerchief
listen there are more plans more numbers than you have ever dreamed of & every one of them
means something you ask them individuals all of them them them mean
something & I can't forsake won't forsake because you or someone like you wants some girly girl
like Ginger Rogers hammering it out backwards on a tinselled floor
listen mate I don't want anything anything anything you want to allow me give me
I want to keep it all take it all take it take it & you can go man go
with you lush fetid poems & your world views & women as other crap
like a gender & a retentiveness that grows on you like warts
listen you can give me nothing that I want I claimed it long ago and now this this I claim too
& you have nothing not pride not comments not ignorance not wombs not stitches
not diseases that I want I want nothing from you
listen each city I see is built by you I'm willing to admit it I admit it I admit that the gears & towers
on the horizon were made by you thought up by you purchased by you pouted by you dropped by you
stolen by you harped on by you flung by you into the faces of anyone in the line of fire
I admit it
but
listen I am here & I see it I don't need your interpretation you sleek eyed want
your hostility your war your hand maidenness your harangues your honey want
crybaby ness your lines your borders I want what no not yours I want to weep until there is no weeping
& listen I want to walk walk walk out of here fast into my own world saying I want
I want I want no shepherd
bbb but no bullets
ever no guns not
bullets not for nothing
not defence not nothing
not for hiding not for nothing
nothing nothing
not another thing not mothering no
bullets that is all
but
even so I want to take up knives & slash you every time there is nothing in your mouth
I want to slash & slash to make you many mouthed you city you life like thing
I want to shell you slash you find flick knife you into livers lipppery & you fall down bloodied
hello this is a pacifist speaking because it is you who do violence break hearts like you
break break hello is this you who break break bread over my hearts like silver water
liver water what is it that you want
hellow this is me I am waiting for the night to come so I can take you silently before you
know it before you know it you fucking world before you know it so hasty & glib I'll take
you with such anger & such violence it will do damage to my own out throbbed heart
helloww am I bellowwwing enough to you yet am I breaking through is it enough to say
listen listen listen & you will not ever listen cassandra-breasted cities with self
loving pimp pears for hearts
hellow I am bellowwing like a cow as written by a professional poet wanting
to be part of the gang what do I care about sex his or mine
what do I care of this running rubbing together
hello can you hear me what do I care for this rubbing together our erasing of each
other rubber each other out your kiss upon my neck what do I need with this you bitten city earth
hello I am being polite I am being polite I am not performing I am not
I am being polite I am listening to you even though you speak rubbish
I am listening to you because you are another like myself
no you're not you're not soft & responsive you're think think what can I do for myself
that's you & I'm tired of it tired of your well-trained politeness with cruelty at its heart
& mustard in its veins
no I'm not going to talk about sludge & the pretty degradation you enjoy fuck you
invent your own nightmares my horses are my own
bullet
o
bullet
who are you to tell me who I own
who are you to say I can't you billowing old sack scab of worm charms
who are you with your well turned stack of diplomacies & old things rotting
in your garages storing things things things useless against something
some fate you haven't got a clue about
who are you to suppress me into ordinariness to average me out
who are you to tell me not to offend your delicate heart
your sanctimonious non creeds taking in all swallowing up like nervous banktellers
who are you averaging me out so as not to offend your delicate hearts your soft fibres
you heart pill pill pillows the soft murmurs of suffocation in your dreams of me
you vampires
who are you so shy of life that you bray & gossip as if there is no heart any more
as if there are creatures beyond your cruelty beyond gasping
watching of others do
who are you so worried about your heart that you drive to gyms to exercise tearing the sky
from its sockets while you dance dance on the walking machine who think
lurex spandex is intelligent more intelligent than the sky
who are you so worried with your fate that you cannot think of kindness or good supple skies
who fret the universe with your ships & your sarcasm fit to fill pits on pits
with bodies pale & inert & fetid as your eyes
who are you so thin there is no room for the earth or pallid wretches who were sent here
not wanting too long ago to remember
who are you who says there is no earth for me
who are you who says my people have been exiled too long to have virtue
who are washed up here the many peoples that I am in my blood
the many rocks & skies that my forgotten ancestor races flung down
who are you who casts me out
Zing!
like a snapped ribbon which does not connect to the sky
who are you who stands so non-committally fingering yourself in the horizon
seeing your own dispassion as a key a link something special which speaks
in Latin dead dead a dead
Zing!
who are you who have left us homeless true sisters & I
out on the rim with the red centre for a myth but not mine where on earth
does anyone belong you pieced together peace centred asteroid haemorrhoid peering easter stoneheads
who are you you spear holding politicians you good blokes you men of the boy people
who are you to tell me us what our skies look like
who are you after all who talk circles & leave only yourself standing in them
o bullet
s
who are you brother than you cannot speak will not speak will not speak into the sky
because why because skies are also other like women us like all sorts of genitalia
you are scared of why are you scared it is only bodies
who are you who are afraid of bodies yet make war on anything that moves & criticise
me my kind for being aggressive unaggressive un other un like you
like you massacring the oxygen filling the sky with ruins
who are you friend there are no friends where there is no sadness
who are you who does not trust sadness or truth or singing who loves darkness
where you fall about like a besotted dream too languid to care really about anyone but yourself
who are you with your private knives all of you sisters brothers where are my true kin
I am not the only lonely one on the planet is this the way it is with your saboteur eyes
& your ruins in the sky & your dull thudding opinions & your braying laugh
is this the way it really is
is this what I have come for
is this it
is this is
really
okay so what are you doing what am I doing what am I doing about these bullets
zinging through space like thinking it's only a matter of time a matter
of time before we all run out run out of here
okay so we're all right all right we're here at the end of the earth
waiting for the big boys to throw the sky down like we've never seen
for which by the way we thank god or someone but we permit it we allow it we do not say never say no
okay so there's suckers on the wharf kissing goodbye to their integrity & their man womanhood
kissing goodbye their kids oh it makes good footage & we watch this watch this watch this
& suck our teeth we're proud here at the end of the earth too proud to suck on this aren't we?
okay so what is there to do I do that's what I do admit it assent to it assent to it & isn't it 1960 something
isn't it this seems familiar but the pictures are in colour more vivid red crimson kisses on the wharf
what have we said this time fill our skies & our seas again oh fight about it have a good time
okay who cares blow the shit out of yourselves & me do I care do I I'm just asking for the sky officer
Ah
try to convince me go on try try to tell me that really really
re aaaalllly it is all right that it is all right for you that you we will
somehow be all right all right all right all right
I am not convinced I see you me lying faking it up there on the stage on TV
in the samisdat I see you there is nothing there not a sign not a nothing
nothing
I am not convinced they give me a medal a fart a token a gesture oh up yours too
who are they talking to after all
take a bullet and leave me to the sky
oh go
take the sacred bullets
scarred by the abrasive hearts they die in
& understand
we choose
to crouch with the prisoners
& lie in the bones
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