Poem - Poetry Permit
In the lead up to world poetry day I was working on a project with someone living under a repressive regime... after much too-ing and fro-ing the Ministry of Culture in that country declined the proposal.
BTW: I own ministryofculture.us so anyone interested in some light propaganda work please contact me :-)
I went down to the Ministry of Culture to get a poetry permit,
an XXL US Marshall stopped me at the door.
The poetry section closes at 2.00, he said,
glaringly, making me conscious of the P stuck on my breast,
laser marked on my forehead and in ultra large arial on my back.
In that moment I was lost, my purpose in life thwarted,
the american military culture police on every corner,
in every small town in the world.
A phalanx of fear formed around me, I wandered apart,
the hooded populace inoculated against poet contamination,
truth almost eradicated.
A poem content application form, held prisoner-like,
an orange beacon in my hand.
I had agonised over the title,
seeing the surly censors scissor snip.
'Clouds of Freedom' gelded to 'Clouds Of' or just 'Clouds',
or more likely a Prohibition Notice issued for poet 181155drax-i
and any poems on the subject of cloud freedom,
anytime in the future.
I thought of my superb collection of prohibition notices
and in another world saw a book;-
‘Prohibition Notices 2005-2007 Vol I’
New York March 17th 2007.
the stark nakedness of poem titles, alone on a page,
driving underground readers to a frenzy of released imagination,
Imagine all the People or Imagine all the police,
tapping their bully clubs in unison.
global poetry slam american equals;-
beatings leading to the loss of mental faculties,
short rations via reduced food coupons,
restricted movement allowances,
another entry on the culture police electronic tagged identity card,
and the endless torture…