High Roller

1         Terrorism -         left-wing nerd (twin         grapefruits in his hand         gives it away)         winging a stiletto shoe,         spitting on an ashcan         to bring up a bruise or two.         2         Visions are steadier -         I see in the shimmer         blue veins to target,         a silhouette of the rich,         fur wraps in their Bentleys         time to bring up tar,         kick ass in Knightsbridge         with my holiday bomb blast.         3         Bag snatching can be dangerous         let go if you don't want to be         dragged over cobbles behind a Vespa.         4         The Harrod's sign, "please keep         moving" meant business.         5         Pretoria calls as does Manila.         Later, perhaps, Jerusalem, Beirut,         Rawalpindi.         6         Closer to home (I am of the Red Army         faction) is the Bologna train station.         7         Counting hours down         my button line,         three less then         pay-off, squeakily clean.         8         London seems indifferent         to my destiny; even the         tube buskers and streeties         see not a harbinger         but another shuffling         cold-assed long hair.         9         The wired whisky bottle         in the airport locker         will make La Guardia look to         the Statue of Liberty for deliverance,         10         I'll send the Hotel Crillon         so far up the Eiffel         they'll have to sandblast         the sky.         11         My mentors         spic 'n span boys         no wild-eyed radicals         with socks that won't stay up,         rather gumless wizards         taking Confederate rain,         mainlining a little         to keep the nerves steady,         orders direct from Moscow         with money laundered a bit,         beats haphazard work and         petty contracts on local businessmen.         12         Cells (I like the word)         master-mind         co-ordinate and synchronize         revolutionary inter-cooperation.         A swine in Munich         is the same swine         without his leather jerkins         in Santiago.         13         Brains coming apart         on soles of shoes         a pantheon of causes to choose,         let's see, neo-revisionism         counter-revolutionary         criss-crosses with         degenerate bourgeoise         capitalist turncoat,         (both must die)         the urgency lies in         which commands my         holier dross.         14         Brothers in the struggle         need empathetic eyes         to square off         the titanic quarrel.         15         Cleanse the body politic,         reads one directive.         Rub not ointment but horse radish         over decomposed, societal skin,         a brisk cleansing with your strigal         but one revolutionary application.         16         "De-stabilize", the latest buzz word         flies to the manure heap         just kick in the door -         those planter's peanuts         know the score.         17         "Property is theft"         I'm lisping in the burning sun,         Ethiopia done         Tigr and Eritrea         key components         on the Horn's chessboard,         mere human paste         re-patched, re-worn.         18         Ditto, "take-out", liquidate.         Run a new poker thru the rubble. A good         anarchist's cathedral accomplishment         is the chicken coop's destruction.         19         Make the rich pay.         Squeeze the goose to the pips.         All power to the people;         a gun run         is a good itch,         works up a powerful thirst         for Justice;         good mercy disguised         brother Lenin         as a simple dock worker,         the plague-bacillus quickens.         20         Orange filaments of smoke         are better than the factory whistle,         a good arsonist recruits         his own flames,         fans his own fire.         The crackle of desire         over hearth stones         is reward enough in itself.