CONJUNCTION

CONJUNCTION

I am writing
              a poem

and the world is fucked.

I am writing a poem
but
the world

     is fucked

I am
writing a poem

however, although,
the world
                              is
                      fucked

am writing
notwithstanding, despite,
in outright opposition to

the
   world

being fucked.

I am writing a poem,

have written a poem,

just trying to establish
the precise conjunction.

SO SURREAL

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)