i’m sick of your twittering i’m
sick of your influencing brandbuilding contentcreating, sick
of your celebrities your selfpromotion your fifteen minutes, sick
of all your narcissistic virtuesignaling, sick
of your literary compendium of internet vernacular, sick
of those cheap plastic toys you call art, sick
of that dull prose with line breaks you call
poetry, sick
give me poems graffitied on the revolution’s walls scrawled
in the stalls of public toilets tattooed
to the inside of your eyelids injected
into your pressurecooked veins carved
into your burning flesh thrown out the window
passed out in leaflets pasted as broadsides
scratched out crumpled up tossed in the garbage
(what’s the use anyway they’ll never publish it...)
give me poems that float like fallen leaves
radiate like sunlight over cities over mountains
trickle like rain over dead earth
tick like timebombs within the institutions
weep like tearful letters from anonymous prisoncells
poems that destroy borders that decimate nations
that propagate ideas that subvert dogmas
poems like bullets poems like medicine
poems that aren’t about me me me
poems like justice poems
like peace poems like
war.