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Could have been a beach rat, sacralised

my life by getting a six pack after work and home by nine,

salt king, imagine me, ringing with auroras, most stars

never come up in the end,

we’re most of us pickled, brutish now, Do you belong

to the immortals? we chuckle to each other,

going to the bar with no bones on, doing death predictions,

we’re trying to be clever but the right answer is ‘it comes for us all,’

someone writes a novel from their own surveillance data

and we pretend to like it, angels mediate our access

to the superhighway, we advocate for a peer-to-peer system, a chain link of fire, antique petals

fall from our eyes to reveal

‘the Real’, I’m not worried, I’m too pissed off

to fear death, ecstasies can miss me, the big bad one needs some guys

to play with ah he’s lonely too, God’s a supportive friend

but pick up a poem and shake it that’s not Him rattling round in there …