Sunday, 19 February 2012

Laughed out to rot



It was a Wednesday
Suddenly then a cataclysm occurred
When all the fear tripped down the drain
Chased by a whirling sunburst
Of immediate recognition
When an irreconcilable splash of completeness
Washed us into being awake
My second self and me
Nobody owns us!!!
Only the dread of death can control us

Another’s thought and transcriptions though
Dilapidate into virulence
The bullying scientist, the drunken professor
The languid dribbler on various topics
sneezed into print
Can shoot up the chimney
Like a well hung ghost
For all the respect they oughtn’t command
When the obvious fact of their supreme allegiance
To the dark night of not only being right
But alas and alack
Being seen to be right
To have and to hold that right
To be obscene in the parlous night
Like a meta-cosmic spoof
The more to divide us
Like worms from the truth

We should be laughed out to rot
Like the fruit in their eyes
I had to sit down on a bench and reflect for a while
To feel and foresee the intelligence fact
Which doesn’t reside in the deployment
And selection of numbers
Oh no
It’s an act it’s an act it’s an act!
Although you wouldn’t want to rely on me
To launch a space probe, repair your phone
Or operate on your irritable bowel syndrome
Admittedly.

19/02/18 - when everyone was still alive  

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