IT WAS THE BRIGHTEST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE DARKEST OF TIMES

'the 20th century

was our greatest work of art'

said the voice

with an echo

in a sample

in a song

an ensemble & complicit piece
a stealth piece unframed

genocide & the moonshot
atomic fruit & lsd

its consequence babies
live corrupted now
in the collapse of words


~


please discuss
you have seven minutes
paper is unlimited
hands up if you need more pencils

SCREEN BURN FADED

cant recall all of this poem -

i was napping
& its screen burn faded
into dreams
of victorian era 

whisky heists

but it ended like this -

'wild & loose

 on

 the
 lsd spiderweb tangle
 of
 englands roving roads'

its beginning 

forever lost 

to the ether