provocateur*

What happened to you when you were young?

Old man hate got a hold

Was it the usual passive-aggressive shit?

Did your soul catch a cold?

.

Did the boys all ignore you in class

And the girls find you prim?

If only someone had told you it won’t last

But they didn’t, so you gave in.

.

It’s easier to detonate a fuse

Than it is to build bridges

But it’s wearier to make hate your muse

Than to let love blur your edges

.

What happened to you when you were young

Is no excuse for blindness

The pain you carry is yours alone

Its only relief is kindness.

Katie Hopkins when she was young.

Katie Hopkins when she was young.

*Katie Hopkins is a British tabloid newspaper columnist known for her strongly right-wing views. She recently wrote a column comparing African men, women and children seeking a better life in Europe to cockroaches and said they deserved to be shot at with gunships. Shortly after her column was published 900 migrants died when their boat capsized in the Mediterranean.


we’re not here for long

We’re not here for long

Standing in the subway

Listening to a song

.

This is where I transfer

Alongside the others

Two friends meet by chance

Lean in close like lovers

.

And somewhere nearby

A white rabbit’s busy pacing

.

He must’ve forgot

.

We’re not here for long

A parenthesis between the Ages.

“The imaginary place to go to” by Edie Pijpers


prick on a jet ski

Into winter vacation

Green lake zen

Comes

Prick on a jet ski

.

Turning circles

Spraying his scent:

Diesel and sun cream

.

The swallow arcs skyward

To get out the way

But he’s not asking

.

In Ray Bans and wetsuit

He tears up the place

But the peace will outlast him.

.

Beneath herons in flight

And skies of azure

Comes

Prick on a jet ski

.

He can hold his head high

In the company of men

When they ask his top speed

.

But he can’t hear bird song

Or the ripple of waves

Feel soft breezes against him

.

Just the spank on water

Of his fibre glass hull

Like a kid banging plates for attention.

Man on a jet ski.

Man on a jet ski.


united states of confusion

Chattanooga this Chattanooga that – 

Boston’s bigger than Cleveland – 

Oregon’s green, New York’s black –  

.

Blue collar jobs gone to China

White collar crime on the rise

Grandma takes pills for Angina

Grandpa watches Fox, can’t eat fries

.

If you grow green you’ll be busted

Except in Colorado and Cali – how’s that?

Houses in the South smell musty

Can’t scrub off the shame of the past

.

This United States of Confusion

Gunshots on city blocks – who’s to blame?

Cops shooting kids shooting heroin

But no way to fix psychic pain.

.

Chattanooga this Chattanooga that – 

Portland’s wetter than Tucson – 

Alaska’s cold, but low tax –

.

Manhattan priced out the artists

Detroit’s a stain on us all

Tech-heads are joining the army

Wall Street bonuses too big to fall

.

Red states won’t socialize with blue ones

Conspiracy theories abound

I had a dream we were dreaming

If we don’t wake up soon we’ll all drown.

Chelsea Manning (formerly Bradley Manning) is a US Iraq War veteran currently serving 35 years for leaking a massive cache of military secrets.

Chelsea Manning (formerly Bradley Manning) is a US Iraq War veteran currently serving 35 years for leaking a massive cache of military secrets.


move toward the love each day

Move toward the love each day

In each altercation

Never try to hide your pain

Be true to your nature

Listen with heart and mind

Cry sometimes, it’s human

No need to be always asking why

Some things can’t be proven

Be the change you want to see

Don’t give in to hatred

Else you’ll see faults in all you see

And life will ever be tainted

Move toward the love each day

And each day will grow brighter

Even when the sky is grey

Everything will feel lighter.

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A sunny day on the beach @ Seaton Carew, Northeast England


faces on the subway

Faces on the subway

Rarely a second glance

Still, when our eyes meet

It’s something like romance.

Some like their smart phones

Some read their books

Me, I watch the faces

Collect their stolen looks.


i am not rich

I am not rich except in all the ways you should be

no need to spell it out

I am not smart but smart enough to know right from wrong

shall I go on?

Or can the song stop here with the bolded-up truth that finds the mark each time

a la Babe Ruth?

That we’re all there already and that winning is redundant

when all have won

Open your hand, see the prize stretch out from your fingertips to infinity

to everyone.

Me in the Badlands of South Dakota. Photograph by Iain Willis.

Me in the Badlands of South Dakota. Photograph by Iain Willis.


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