THE MAKEFUL RANDOMS

As criminal 

hazes covered the 

estuary

I spoke of our pillaged 

incredibleness; 

I was 

on fire with my 

anger at the mental 

superstitions. As 

contestants auditioned 

for Reality 

I showed it, I spoke of it

—the perks of a powerful 

independence. 

And of humility 

that does not leave you 

almost unavailable 

to do your own thing. 

I said there is a world 

inside the rumours 

that the wet born whisper 

upon their knees; 

Monkey Donkey Reptile 

Wings...Many strange ideas.

I said. Prophets, and profits, 

who can tell 

who channelled 

Truth, and who took 

the second 

hand darkly? Is there really 

a Zero? 

I peddled it too,

the parented consumer the 

whispers of the world 

inside the anger feeding beings 

who are needing, as a doctor

many new diseases, and laws 

protecting privacy of thieves 

from disclosing what they know 

of cleaner fuels and failed 

vaxin ations. I tried 

to explain the free 

quality of averageness 

in a world with no one to blame.

The paddlers, in the 

uncomplaining inlet, 

were, I decided.  I was 

fighting the wind, throwing 

punches, inching 

closer in but couldn’t see

the thing that I was 

myself, fighting it, fighting

myself fighting. So 

I filled the van, and drove 500 miles. 

Someone freely definite. One hand 

bobbing on the cool air 

currently singing 

with the radio something bitter 

sweet. 

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If control to a universe 

is no more difficult 

than one lie. . .

If people are breaking 

into warehouses 

to steal fire works 

like Lightning 

thieving what’s abundant 

to its nature. . .

If there’s as many 

a star in the finger-tip

as one degree unforgivably 

infinite. . .

If the left hand make the vaccine

the right hand never 

mind. . .

If lied to by his parents, beaten 

for the blind

truth 

is it any wonder 

Man he poohs where he lives, lies 

in his dreams, whores it through 

his teeth 

addressing the U.

N.?