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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-31 at 11:13

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