‘The notion is inexplicable, stranger than the nanites
igniting like finite suns to endow her with strength
enough to snap these fleshy gods.’
Lana Grey from her poem Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Posted on Deadsnakes Jan 2016
Some bastard god from
An unholy coupling lay
Reeling in a relentless migraine.
An in swinger from the left
Catches or rather stumps
The unware. Watch everything.
Listen to every word,
in its context – beware – beware
The clarinet is as strange.
January is unreal in her robe.
Hidden behind a savage freezing
Sun and raw bitter snow.
Any beginning is untold
Reflection is so much easier.
Consider your birth.
And obviously your inevitable
Death. A full stop says so much
More: the river flows on….