#609 - impiety

 

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impiety

or

a short history of upside down

 

pay no attention to that man behind the curtain

 

 

who goes round whom?

whose invention?

 

find a grey god

tug beard

 

let me tell you

 

shit, turns out Saturn’s eaten the kids

wrathful and vengeful and jealous of course

 

from whom was fire stolen?

 

let me tell you

 

how to measure

truth, for one thing

 

surely someone has had to have thought it all up

and come to the imperatives

 

here’s Job, it’s a game of dice

 

all about setting a good example

flock, meet shepherd, and so on

 

everything’s water

everything’s air

 

can you be wrong on the outside

and still get the inside right?

 

Confucius says

by the time you’ve sorted it all

you won’t be any trouble

 

the other one thinks he’s a butterfly

so need to worry there

 

questions, questions

 

where do the rules come from?

best consult an oracle

listen to those who know

 

that way freshen the scars

keep asking

 

when it comes to the one-eyed

after whom should boulders be hurled?

splash!

and bend your backs boys

who was that fuckup’s dad?

 

say something, won’t you

… perhaps a prompt?

 

the coming of the ants means…

 

a marriage turns out to be a convenience

there are no unnatural acts

 

you get away, strapped up, under a sheep

how do you think we’re here?

 

someone is always stealing a country

 

energy, matter – one in the same

turns out

 

and the economic order?

let me tell you

the history of all hitherto existing societies

has to have been a kind of carnival

 

there’s always a new broom

tilt

bang on the side of the box

 

I think of Go West

burning the train to keep it going

that’s about the size

 

which tribe would you say was responsible?

you could always blame little green men

burn witches

 

it’s all in your head

to do with the breast

the couch, a cigar

 

who’s boss?

wait till your father gets home

turns out not much sacred

but shuttup during the news

 

who would have thought

the world was so far

isn’t just round

but goes around

and other ways as well

mainly it’s just along for the ride

 

we weren’t even an accident

that would be over-egging

 

gravity’s so bloody obvious

but only once you know

 

so and so forth

 

it’s hard to imagine just what a bird’s singing

of this life? the next?

of all the bung mazes?

they sing of us surely as if we had wings

 

let me tell you

they’re burning the books again

and I love it best when they say

it’s not a political thing

 

someone is always possessing the fear

to smite for greater good

if not us, then …

and

who’s not against us

or with, whatever

 

Diagoras of Melos

turned the god Hercules

into a fire

to cook his lentils

I’m sure that must have been worth a few farts

 

and you ask yourself

how to live

and how to die (?) –

if only the choice were yours

 

it’s not the dream we keep secret from selves

it’s the fact of having dreamt