Bodyworks, Hives & Nests
These primates are bursting
across the globe;
heartless & romantic,
orderly & chaotic,
purposeless and well-planned,
without a clue and knowing it all
Their children are a dangerous pandemic
that brings Homo sapiens on
beyond rhyme and reason;
the enemies of any benign development
I was fooled by that categorical imperative
that fools call God,
to let lust involve myself, tirelessly,
in open, fully fledged sexual intercourse,
just like any dragonfly or fox,
squirting semen as best I could, as often I could,
resulting in off-spring
that in turn will further this ill-fated primate pandemic
with hungry and evil little misfits,
old and petty from their ominous beginnings,
empty-eyed under their ugly red eye-brows
and wrinkled foreheads
But the insects will dominate this planet,
while over-grown bodyworks of billions of vehicles
will serve as hives and nests
and command centers for mycelium;
rib cages of the malignant primates
temporarily colouring the wastelands white
from horizon to horizon
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2023-05-31 at 11:13
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