Our silver hull rends the sky
Propellers drilling tunnels through the
atmosphere
Gautama floats cross-legged over cumulus
fractus
Shiva rides the rainbow
Cthulhu calls down the waterspout
Yeshua walks on the waters
The elements are at war within this ethereal
realm
Yet Blake’s angels buoy us up
and we luxuriate in Teutonic splendour
Phoebles don’t touch that it will
break …told you
Helios scorched Icarus falls
but the sons of Hermes sail on air
Pale felines of Duat quiver
For captain America comes
The brown dwarf Nemesis lurks beyond the
Oort cloud
waiting on his rightful time
Dark Lords
the Merovingian Lizard Kings stir in the
House of Snow
Furnaces roar and hammers clash
Titan’s chamber echoes to the clamour of
industry
Fata Morgana fashioned in steel and
rivets
Mass produced engines of doom
From the bowels of terra
And we…
A muscle-bound and fake-tanned Kronstadt
sailor in neat air-stewardess uniform, pearl earrings, crew-cut and high heels
enters at this moment, pushing a refreshment trolley.
“Coffee or tea? Pork scratchings?”
“Tea, please, strong two sugars.”
“Have you got a latté?”
“Lapsang Souchong for the pilot?”
“Americana please, shaken not stirred.”
…few
we happy few
rush towards our weird
Do we wish to live forever?
In the name of all things felid, what are
we getting ourselves into?
Pass the catnip
Enkidu formed of clay
saliva of Aruru
heed my words
Hold the Mayan Apocalypse – till another
day
Ginsbergbear, beat poet
Mid air over Milton Keynes
2012
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