a medicine dance

one way to provoke a superficial mad mimesis
– tell a person their deepest sense is nonsense
that despite degree and school they must be taught
how to think

send them on this unpleasant cruise
medicine blurring self, a smudge,
advise against spiritual succour
what priests misunderstand
watch them, lost, burst to return

so frantic, violent to their own
insides to break back out,
forget

in rare light glimpses
all past practise,
their very sense, of dance

A. H/ K. H-H (3rd January 2020)

Power’s M.O.

trapped in their conflict
tyranny where it can’t be
reason denied

A. H / K. H-H (17th November 2019)

Inquisition

in their countless ways
they will try to provoke you
get you to respond

K. H-H / A. H (14th November 2019)

revising

I have a line
in an unfinished poem
‘therapy gave me back as someone else’

I lie here tonight
thinking of my puppet days
‘not someone, some-thing else’

‘some-thing somewhere else’
chemhazed dazed more primitive
to prove their unwarranted hypothesis

that got me into this
dare I get out and see this plainly
the ways they’ve had me profane me

K. H-H / A. H (30th October 2019)

A Polluted Rock Pool Elegy

looned low tided de-prided
reprogrammed nudge unit’ed
entirely deniably
whats disguised as help these days
closed doored hidden agenda’d
complaint paranoid illegitimate
victim perfecthood decade fallen
vulnerable . . .

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