MACROFOSSIL
Quercus
What can you tell me of ziggurats?
Oh, how you’ll never see
It’s so one-sided
Tephra
What would you know of cuneiform?
The varves are too young…
Much too young
Coleoptera
They’re coming and they’re sensitive
They’ll lay the rest to bed
In your fields. Your ponds. Your cities.
ANATOMICALLY MODERN
It comes of its own free mind
and it’s fully formed-
I can’t stop it
It might have been brewing for centuries
a mya perhaps,
So who am I to argue with that?
If you change the order of even one part:
Adenine/guanine/ cytosine/ thiamine/ urasil
It’s all over for good.
WANING LYRICAL
These are the lyrics
to the song of all I’ve got
left in me
I’ve been squeezed like a lemon
you wouldn’t believe I even had a flavour
but I assure you I do
and it’ll be back tomorrow
CAUSALITY OF A HOPELESS DREAMER
I touched it – it floated
on an eddy of gold dust
I cracked a rib
as it flittered away
I followed
it led me astray down a path
where possums played
in Mulberry trees
I pushed on into candyfloss clouds
it ascended into a fissure of light
I watched through the V in my fingers
I closed my eyes and reached
A BIG FAT WASTE OF TIME
I don’t know whether
I’m coming
or going
or have already been
and returned
and am wearing
the T-shirt to prove it
or whether
I’d never been here
in the first place
or simply,
had come,
then vanished – just gone
It’s all irrelevant anyway
when I’m sitting here
talking to no one
in particular
