MASTERS OF THE LATERBASE

i wonder
that we
dont 

Lose It in Cruel Stark Awareness

everyday 
in the streets
knowing 
for certain 
that 

Death is Coming Certain as Dusk 

certain as the pope
he shits in the woods

and all the bears
theyre catholic

~

how do we talk of Anything Else 
how do we hold 
our 
crazy
shit
down ?

how do we talk at all
and are not paralysed numb ?

how is it we do not Embrace
and refuse to ever let go ?

~

we are Masters of the Laterbase

mortality on the back burner

dreaming
of
sugar mountain

and
the
lottery that can take us there

~

dreaming 
in this Now thats Gone
and 
in this Now thats Gone too
and 
again 
in another Now also Slippin Away . . .

lifes a river
but a boat
would only take us to the falls

or to the ocean

the Ocean

~

maybe its the animal in us
Collectively Killing Everything 
that drives off our end

and gives us space
for 
mad artists
philanthropy
pets
thoughtless breeding

and 
writer-strike
reality tv
on
our
cheetos
ad break
sofa world islands

~

or is it religion ?

that thorn in every blanket
that blanket round every thorn 

that oxycontin
of the wilfully blinkered drek

and i feel i should apologise
for that
cos whatever does it for you
does it for you

and
maybe
i am 
only jealous

as my zen is plastic

and my only god was whisky
and 
that fucker
he
took
me
to hell on a sunbeam

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