Monday, March 30, 2020

Reflect

As per usual, most
have hastened
to stuff the opportune void
with cloying telefragrances
and fretting gossip
until the eternal cosmic skydaddy
(or if push comes to shove, the most powerful kid in the playground)
declares
a return to normality
like a deflated mirror
of take back control.

...but aside from them -
and privileged bums
like you and me
who are so low
on the rungs
of responsibility
that we barely notice
a change in the weather
- the lone businesses, the freelancers and artisans,
are sitting
out there
right now,
plotting the next move,
thinking about where their world is going.

Now we hear the groan of tectonic paving slabs.
Tomorrow magmatic concrete?

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

the doubtless

to be read out

who the fuck are you?
who, the fuck, are YOU?
who the FUCK are you?
WHO the fuck are you?
WHO the fuck are you?
who the fuck are you?
who. the. fuck. are. you?

shame on you.

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Cover, Fire (couvre-feu) 24.03.20

    Vector
Human tampering
Of winged beasts
Driven out of the zoonotic sphere
Like an exorcism
Peripatetic macromolecule, now
Hitchhiking parasite
Becoming omnipresent

    War
Fatty envelope enclosing alien bioweaponry
Enters, trojan-like, with a lipid kiss of endocytic pressure
An invisible incendiary chain letter
A disease-coded cluster bomb
Unconscionable nano-automatons, now
At war with kamikaze leukocytes
That killer instinct

    Quarantine
No man is an island
So we must now make moats
Of our surroundings
To contain the contagious outrage
Putting space between us, now
A reassessment of our contingent worlds
Private, public, physical, virtual

    Offering
Pass through, past
Me, and my family
Could try goat's blood
Marks on my door
Make a sacrifice, now
A spell or prayer
Bless you