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INTERSECT,

INTERSECT

drank a draught of
tepid apocalypse
out of a polystyrene cup

not as extreme a beverage
as those now become commonplace
with emerging cults

where
blood is essential
to fuel
the engine of the cosmos

from spiral arm, vast nebulae,
and
everyday Sun

beneath the streets, in the fields
mutation has
inspired much runaway
evolution
a DNA circus with
no ringmaster ar large

creatures feeding almost
exclusively on
rapturous research
biologists

whose pathways to
discovery now
so strikingly intersect

OUIJA

OUIJA

was carelelessly
letting the glass
take my fingers
wherever
it wanted them
to go,

seems like
a very important message
got us
sliding at speed
to every corner
of the board

insisted
on us spelling it out
as fast as possible

problem
   being that the entity
must have been
speaking through
a Nazi
Kriegsmarine
   Enigma machine

revealing something
that felt apocalyptic in
incomprehensible
code

which
     is perhaps
par for the course for
such
    intense revelations

and so we sat
and decided to
play down
  the entire experience

glitch
in the matrix, predictive
text via
ouija

to make
matters even
that much more
slightly crazy

yesterday I heard
you summoned me
bade me speak
     and speak
I did

which seems incredible
since to
the best of
my knowledge

I was
still down here
not yet home

CATCH

CATCH

I do suppose
when it came to evolution

I went with the shape
(inside and out)
I could manage
to articulate

all those insistent genes
demanding a choice
be forced upon me
from
first intake of breath

ordering me
to cast my line
out into the darkness
hoping
       to get
     the most savage
of bites

happy to
have left something more
substantial than a
mere ripple

should i return as a failure
massive evidence of a bite
but no
     talk of a catch

GENESIS

GENESIS

you spoke Genesis
but I smelled diesel

juicy viscous diesel
life enriching, perfectly
putrified,

without which we could
not
    pull push our
less than stellar bodies
into a
      drive through
future

drive our world
where it may (it
does
   spring to mind)

or may not
be in interest, our very
best interest
       given all
our interests

to take to the road, shift
gear
   and go

IN THE SHADOWS,

IN THE SHADOWS

searching
the shadows
for every as yet unresolved
bit of humanity

because I did not like
what appeared in the light

not under neon
in the spotlight,  caught
by a searchlight

in all these instances
the brighter the source
the worse
by far

and
   there in silhouette
found myself battling
to enter or
exit via
     gaps in the perimeter wire

shadow making a move on me
to help here, or retard

BARELY A WHISPER

BARELY A WHISPER

the point at which

Policy
         becomes

atrocity

first stage in
our ever-evolving
human hypocrisy

barely a whisper
from usual suspects, ink-
soaked saints

as we
hit stage the second

find atrocity
at prayer

          hear its pleas for
the salvation of
                   total indemnity

often with barely
a whimper of regret at all

NOTHING LIKE

NOTHING LIKE

nothing like
poetry

to mess
        with

your
sense
of identity

flood
your memory

rewrite
all that stuff
you thought you

knew about
yourself

never
       called
into question

now reshaped, reconstituted, in
the very flow of
the words
themselves

and thus
as collateral
damage

nothing
as might have been said before
somehow, somewhere

nothing
quite like

what we may
well find ourselves facing
called to
account for

in such
a space,
in this place right here

ON THE PAGE

ON THE PAGE

looking back in time
at this poem
(coming at
you at the speed of light)

could have hit you
aeons, days, five
minutes ago

causing me to wonder
how
     (by virtue of what
dark arts) you can
tell yourself
you profess to see me

so much history (your history)
necessary to compute
need to
shuffle through

before you
       have any notion of
how to
answer

when I ask what I am
how you
found me
on the page

ON THE PAGE

ON THE PAGE

looking back in time
at this poem
(coming at
you at the speed of light)

could have hit you
aeons, days, five
minutes ago

causing me to wonder
how
     (by virtue of what
dark arts) you can
tell yourself
you profess to see me

so much history (your history)
necessary to compute
need to
shuffle through

before you
       have any notion of
how to
answer

when I ask what I am
how you
found me
on the page