FOOLED

Perhaps I’m being fooled

by the religious wording

and matter

of, at this very thumb,

these, irreligious books

Pooh and Seuss

are too easily

the other monopoly

but what if I turn

to bus timetables

or to you

THE FOLLOWER

you taught me the words

I already knew

the public sensations

I had already felt

minimised by your prideful heart

I was the tiny flea with a golden spark

that hides and creeps within your space

your careless, guideless, invisible grace

I studied your nonchalance in photographs

like a betting man prowling the stables

for his horse of choice

to win, to fail

I’ll break it all down for you

through a personalised reading

of your own work and lifestyle

to the stock

through bars

to the vault

only you can dislodge

HALF-MOON IS ENOUGH

half-moon is enough

to submit my senses

twitch my feet back

into hellfire and bat

a spec of brimstone

away from the fore

but our humanity

is never enough to

inherit the mammon

poured into our ears

as we need to know

who or what does tilt

the invisible vessel

and why they lied