5 November 2024
6 November 2024
alt title: sage counsel mix
on such premises
buy milk
it’s quicker
than chasing a cow
that electrified corpse the body politic its twitching socials blast free of air the monster’s monster that jerks the globe – and what’d my guru say, to
wake naive across the space of day? the same things come to those who wait?
you gotta be kidding, I said, but she said
open your eyes, Pete, unstop your ears, let the lifelines in your palms cross all your skin
then switch them on
and what milk? she said, I said
milk from the eternal mother
(air theory but it’ll do for now)
and in it I see the plastic macro micro nano leak manifold its toxins
descend like angels alighting from a pin, slipping from her nipples
the soft beauty of a new engagement with the ancient ocean-earth
and all her denizens
are dizzy in its mix
and what new tricks will do the undo trick? she pursued, when
momenta come and all roads lead to you know where
the symbol of all concentrated might, you might not agree with this
but feel it in your bones
locked in a bedlam cage to squeeze-you-still
your body can’t think out from this, your words
are indiscreet if I were less I’d take offence
but as I am you, you do, and need to reimagine your position in this mess