SO SURREAL
O (for black hole)
it has become so surreal
so much
tunneled under I no
longer feel the ground
to be
safe
under my feet
no place to shelter
no place to hide
they sow fire and death
from above, supersonic vampires
(must give our
instant mistrust to
mythology
of eagle)
so
messed up and mixed
the blood that God (so you
tell me)
wants
to keep apart
churned together so thick
and who can
demarcate, who can divide
madness from reason, demonic
from divine
Heaven from Hell?
and you don’t
have to read up on rapture
to know we are
in Hell
except that place is pure evil,
unmitigated by
this stupidity
that we
see all around us, bombarding us
from all screens
definitve of humanity (no not
science
or philosophy)
and there are
chasing the white rabbit
wondering why
no sign of Oz
just bad stand up politicians
so horrible at comedy
should say
truly terrible
and leave it at that
O for black hole
(this Universe not going well)
poems 2 die for 