As a new hatched thing, a thing-thing Unknowing as half a cabbage To munch through This complexity, immensity This universe, and then the scalding Or lies, to put another way Of the people saving their job-jobs Their families, their money The world dams up There is a polar bear somewhere On a melting mudflat Chewing on the bloody flesh Of survival.
Saltwater burned the stars
A little Judas jumped up
Sun smashed prams glittered in the canal
I want to believe in goodness
Abstract as roast partridge flavour crisps
I want to believe in something
Even if it is stem cell repatriation.
Some days I paint only roses
Watching the colour fan out
A Chinese ballet of insects.
I know people come and go
I watched several die
My brain skidding on the endless
Disparity of my brain skidding
On dying and the actual death.
I read fortune cookies and Tarot
To determine the outcome
Of the boiling din of sub-Krystallnacht
My dear hoary ghost whispers No one gets the gold ticket It’s a knockout scam.