Poem:  Sky's Gone Dark

Sky’s gone dark. 

There’s fuck all to see 

‘cept hunger, fear, pain

rank misery. 

Is this new? 

Is this us, now? 

Is this me? 

Is it you?

Reason.

I tried that out

but logic’s a blunt tool

a doomed dirty clout.

Like counting emotion’s worth

or living after birth.

Since the gorgeous Earth first turned 

the still same lights light our nights

to no field of empty do we turn

rather to points that burn

flickering echoes past

paths unquestioned trod by photons faithful to the task

a passioned conveyance, transluminescing     

knowledge at light-speed

our key to deeds done

our proof of the sun

the truest tales spun

in golden thread

reaching through retinas

that’s how they get in us 

representational acts of the head ...

of state ...

Autocracy stands at the gate. 

Is it too late 

to reach 

to stars

to seek 

to grasp 

flame?

Whatever the name 

your ideal idol

your sugared doll, 

you triggered troll, 

Prepare to install.

Upload shit.

Cos getting it, ain’t just a vocation 

its a nation of growing lights

a constellation of peepholes in the void 

a convocation of voices which chime

consonant with I’m

dispelled through timelessness

delivered in rhyme.

Via vibrational paths

our oscillating rates match. 

Mates! 

Everyone’s a mother’s son’s sister or brother

by marriage, street, family, blood so: 

Buy into me. 

Buy into her, him, they,

as a tree, say,

founded in soil so sure it’s certain.

Certainty is certainly based thus.

What other way can we trust trust to grow?

Up.

Cos that’s where we need to be.

Responsibly. Family.

She made me, make this, all up, for me

She made me, I wanted it, all the same.

That’s why I came.