1288
12.vii.23
4.194
God made a bodgie one first
just
a draft
study
for godsbother
welcome
to the anthropocene
it’s
where we are cooking the world
there’s
always that thought one might be elsewhere
if you can’t stand the heat…
that’s
how we mainly are where we are
force of cliché
I
speak of course of the virulent strains
it’s
what a language surviving will show
every
day there are less for the Ark
you
can’t give the tickets away
we’re
cooking the world
with
the last twigs left
while
there’s still a lump of coal
think
soup of self
and
warm these paws
just
wanted to catch a few rays
say
it was convenient
we
only followed a graph
and
it pointed to the sky
a
buckleswash for adventure
we
the creatures of the tree now down
everywhere
you look, there’s upside
a
daylight possum comes confused
I
press the kookaburra now
but
cannot get a laugh
and
just now as we come to the boil
the
frog remaining firm
but
you mustn’t watch the kettle
look
at Venus
look
at Mars
ask –
where would you rather be
there’ll
always be a next draft
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