15 March 2024
5 July 2024 rejected Island Magazine
plain torque
despite pronouncements from the elite to sooth our fellow consumerists I’ve become an uploading member of the doomeratti destined to be more doomerist day by day and it’s all because key curves get steeper by the year while valiantly we create new bleach resistant corals speak green and retrieve dog shit with industrially compostable bags wrapped around our hands in every facet of our bored out lives while the gazillion particled world sees the pin pricks for what we are and I’m forced to conclude natural systems are contracting and our civilisation is unsustainable
soprano: I’m sorry (sniff) the exhilaration the vacuum
alto: craven shame
tenor: space invaders peow peowww…
bass: but will Procrustes fit my bench?
and in the antirhythm interregnum Xtinction talk what parlez vous bitscapes generate the minds of dead computers that now help better robot comms
oh you said the once was life the nicene word the only true one resurrection of what never is
and what find in this cube?
the naked elephant
the pyjamaed teddy bear
the ocean crust the sky blaze choking gasp
put yr arms around me honey hold me tight