Nice:
Seated high
in the shaded canopy of my hoodie, poised and perched,
Parked
snugly in this vacuum consciousness, I’m ponderous,
Silent
witness and conduit to this strangerous procedure,
Mass message
relayed along my alien ancestor-embedded DNA.
Following and
exploring the case of a life set free during the last
Mass
extinction, a cascade of early thoughts that raped my mind,
Shaped by
kind, friends and family, are calling for
A mass
extinguishing.
The Holocene’s
horror scene hollowing me and
With scant
tools for filtering but sheds filled for nit-picking
I struggle
along, try my best to answer
The unmeant
questions of the everyday, like
How I Am
Doing or What Do I Do For A Living
And in between
the interruptions actually get some real work done.
It’s like a
game of Ching-Chong-Cha, or an arm-wrestle with God,
And if I win
I won’t have to live the life of a human satellite dish.
I’m bound to
lose. Continually.
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| The Presence of Minds - acrylic on canvas, 910mm x 760mm See this and other works in my latest exhibit here |
