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)

GLOW

GLOW

walked into the Cafe

fish in the tank
had an unearthly glow

no one else seemed
              any the wiser

seems it is
the privilege of being born
twelfth sign
              to read this text
devise the code

and see with eyes
pure Old Testament

but as we
          enter this establishment
scan, reconnoitre,

see this bunch of executive media
types crunched around a table
talking District 9
        or possibility of TV follow up
with talent competition and
fun rides

      I could pitch them my talent show
all of them
          contestants, nobody survives

and the fish trying to sell me something  could it
be a (fish)fingerprint of the gods tale of
Antarctica hiding
                    Atlantis

love these lost cities when feel lost
in the city, lost in my own mind

should write an alternate history in which
my ex-wife led a revolution sending me
                                      and my kind South
to Antarctica

where
            there are alien space bases, lunatic
                                                fringe has it

me and
          my kind      I do not have a “kind”

milk of
              human kindness milk of my galaxy

spiral nebula in my coffee could be Andromeda

hurtling towards us
                                  take billions of years to get here,

Greek mythology certified, sweet extinction on its way

I know
  you know
                                      I glow
                                      you glow

twin slit experiment    you wave me away