GOSPEL
gospel be
someone will find me
piece it all together
with metaphysical sellotape
some words here
proferring their services
as hooks
to hang things on
put you in the fabled position
to decide if it
is not
without value
perhaps worth saving
keywords here
in abundance
(but there again,
etymologically, what
is
a “bun dance”)
sounds erotic
he said
little fellow entirely
who speaks in my head
so much we
might call outerspace in
its ethical nexus
sun rising
wrong way round
something way way off
beam
on the horizon
the pages
fading (you thought
that stored
in your heart
your
digitized brain
they would
last all eternity
.hallmark
of a stupid
utterly dominant species
to get things
wrong
again and again
every thinker first
name Karl
harping on that thesis
poems 2 die for 