4 March 2025
overview: the situation
sci fi sky all
giant planets, not
breathing one
whiff of a trailing
atmosphere i’m
on a cloud again
and speeding into
violet petal space
cool audio stimulants
for inhearing
angels would not surprise
but there is a limit, this
is only the cover of a book
or album art whatever and
my role is not to judge
but to be judged by what
i do with my imagination
such as it insists when a fascist
state suddenly appears
below the event horizon – sibelius
could not have volunteered
this klu klux clang cymbal with
cor anglais so decomposingly
nor a fresh kinetic threnody
by stockhausen or an acolyte
(any acolyte would do)
could interfere and intersperse
our magi’s weird proclivities with
a recipe tried and true, to
assert power over all that
you and i cannot do without
(fresh home planet’s imports: oxygen,
oxytocin, oxy…) oh, i’m interrupted
by a beautiful melody on lead guitar
(imagine the intravenous) and calm
right down, i’ve had enough