8 March 2025
11 March 2025
no utility no purpose no point
these poems these paintings these songs
these galaxies-planets-tongues
this
rejoicing,
love,
somewhat screwball humour and considerable
laughter
and
ironic tenderness
despite these frenetic
fascist
thugs
being immiscible
when all we wanted was a break, man, a consolation
prize, a
sensation of grace
in reverse
then reversed