Kit Kelen #345 - in my time

345

in my time

coming to an end

the phone with a cord

connecting walls of the world

and sundry kinds of tethering

the steampunk keys of mechanical type

pornography in offset litho

polio

maybe cancer

malaria I hope

so many dementias I can't recall

a record goes round and round

ivory tinkle

of all these commas

no longer full stops

this box in which I'm typing now

box into which I see

but you'll be there still

won't you, please?

and what goes on

lust and birth

and all their courage, carry-on

the stone that shows my time has passed

the year to other-end my hyphen

these things as surplus to requirement

as any aide-memoire

so much that I hope gone

my footprint in the heavens

those means by which I'm here and home

callous pretense

the post truth Trump

every last hurtful lie

to cook the planet

cause who cares

but rake it in

it's hope that won't give up on us

will the state wither away?

will nations and borders be swept from the Earth?

will labour be an art of living

and capital slough off?

will gods concede an end to their age?

there will be lust as long as we're let

out of the fire

all sorts of things built

remains to read like entrails

there will be poetry

there will be paint

I hope the radio remains

and

surely the cup of tea still?

the inches to the mile?

surely the hours of the clock?

all in my good time