in a world where nothing
means anything
am i in denial?
or are you projecting
alternative facts
prop up lazy hypotheses
same question to you,
caller, thanks, please
every accusation
will be considered a confession
scepticism is
inherently my profession
a nascent flash
of nostalgia
so fleeting
i can’t make sense of it
the old web
ftp and usenet
or maybe a microwaved
sausage roll
from oscars
on orchard park avenue
memories of my teenage
paper round perhaps?
return to today
with doubts
about plant pots
stubbed with fag dowts
i bumped into c.b. the other day. i hadn’t seen him since 2012 i think and before that it would’ve been y2k? who knows. anyway. he was exactly the same. he hadn’t even changed clothes. it was nice to see him.
the love epochal. n.n. benn 