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ODDS ARE

odds are
   there are
planets made
of chocolate

odds are
there are tricolour planets
made of Neo-
politan ice cream
(wonder if they speak
an exquisite
blend
or total mash-
up of French
and Italian?)

out there
   planets so delicious that
the greedy inhabitants
tub
    by tub
devoured their homeworld

at least
      it tasted good
       while it lasted

when we have consumed ours
no one is going to buy
the cosmic lameness of
that excuse

CHEAT Y’ALL

order and
authority
are self-
justifying

in case you never knew,
case you never knew

this is the political
philosophy y’all
hold
   fast to,
believe in
or need
to get to believe in

for as we know
all too well
God believes
in every outcome
it is said
he believes in

every election sacred
especially when
whole
   deal
is a cheat

the divine truth
to meet

REDACTED

redact this poem
as you
see fit

wouldn’t want
to expose you
get stuff out there

metaphor, innuendo,
nothing
     covering your tracks,
disguising it adequately

best redact every word
every line, syllable,
supposed subtext
                                   so

you can’t see
anything

wouldn’t want God
to know, take issue with
what you did

INCOMING!

tread gingerly
read carefully

something
already incoming
could get
you through
the window

can pick you
off from between the words
before you
get to
turn the page

and you thought
you could climb out
your foxhole
think
things out
come to your own
conclusions

by virtue of licence gifted
very day you were born

Oh I tried that for size
shot
down of flames
to the sound of
universal joy at
the demise
of unashamed arrogance

thinking
the right to
laugh inalienable,

satire
with a right to exist at all

for
the tax
must be paid, no
quarrel
with Caesar, like
the poor
evil be blessed to
always win
always be around

no clearer target
that one
walking on water

incoming,
the plan is to get you
way before
the punchline

the joke
still on us, has always been so
from the beginning of time

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

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

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