degenerate cosmopolitan

i’m not jewish but i am a degenerate cosmopolitan

tagging my archive, overwhelmed by the burden of time, 

the library extends my being

to a new dimension, my mind fleeing

to the shelf. and when i see a single magpie i blurt, i say

there was a second one but i scared it away 

down glens and valleys,  down spirits and sedatives

my love is unambiguous

but the good souls may as well forgive us

i often reflect that if i lived in nazi germany, i would have been a victim, not a perpetrator. i’m left wing. i believe in individual freedom. i’m an artist. i’m disabled.

i am very scared about the turns being taken in many so called western liberal democracies.

human misery, revenue & customs

i conclude it must stand for human misery, 

revenue and customs

israel is a strategic geopolitical position, 

a frontier of colonialism, 

and its postsoviet bravado is borderline offensive.

i stand in opposition to ethnic cleansing, 

whoever practises it

and i guess I’m soft-versus all conflict; 

gies peace fae yer game a soldiers

the lifespans on the cusp of either or

then i walked into my bench with such force 

that i shrieked and writhed on my floor.

this was what i wrote a year ago, and things only get worse. the world is a terrifying place. i think we should be very scared. we aren’t safe.