2 June 2024
29 September 2024
I’d
no idea molecules
wander nothing
is set in place
same with ideas
you’d think
there was some limit
it’s true your head’s
in the clouds
and your gut’s
heavy with history
your bare feet
buried in dirt
’cos you are molecules you
breathe molecules
eat cry shit them
including toxins
invented less than
one hundred years ago
so it’s possible to sing even
when caught red handed the
embarrassment of the
hand
covering your mouth
too late
on the other hand
there is the other hand
doing its thing
or there could be a
blazing world where an empress
and a duchess
discuss indulgent
hypotheses concerning cheese
and worms and
centuries later topologists
are still at it
still
thinking they’re
thinking their way
out of things