Lately, the crazier the idea,

the more inclined I am

to gurgle it around my brain.

The alternative is no good.

Much easier to believe

in an alien lizard race,

for horrors, than a neighbour

shopping carefully for food.

It’s more possible (scientists

also believe in parallel worlds)

that CERN jumped us to one

than this misery is man made.

That just greed is the cause.

Can't be that straight forward.

No one would burn it all.

Their own light would fade!

Devil himself, bat winged,

tail like an Ankylosaur,

possessing a poor CEO

to raze the backyards

with the families’ abodes,

banks funded by demons,

priests trading parishes

and kids like Pokémon cards.

Sea monsters spewing oil

that ruins pristine coasts

not on the account of my car

but because they hate freedom.

The vault of heavens a shell

that is projected upon

all manners of subterfuge, fakery

a given in the digital home.

Everywhere ghouls and witches

instead of well meaning

upright citizens themselves hurt

by newcomers above all.

Fantasy over stupidity,

astrology over stark numbers

that can’t possibly predict

the economy of the great fall.

No, escape is the only route.

Why, the absurd can only be

deciphered by the pure,

by rapture, by gold paint.

The children must learn chaos.

It suffices to click your heels

and chant the incantation

to bring a cool restraint.

Suspicion shall not be norm.

We shall arise from our mortal

bodies to float serenely

over the garbage and the mess.

Sigils shall burn bright

like my own temperature

over the head of dark guides

typing furiously for the press.

jam22