On The Election Of George Galloway in Rochdale, 2024

Cultures of sacrifice die out;
cultures of conquest comb
curious killability of all things.
Hmm, doesn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

There's a cosmic cat's anus of inscrutable ur-reality
at the heart of each galanty galaxy.
Hmm, doesn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

Waiting for the Messiah, the Maitreya or the Mahdi
to save us all,
or Israeli Vergangenheitsbewaltigung 
to redeem us all,
doesn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

A nicelooking bespectacled blonde studenttype
was talkeddown from throwing herself
off Anglia Sq. flyover by passing
materteral motorists the otherday.
I wouldn't say she was alright
but she didn't jump into The End in the end
(more likely, the rest of her 20s in a chair).
Still, didn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

I had a dream last night
in which Kurt Cobain was hugging a chimp
(Grubbles the 'Grunge Bubbles'?). I felt oddly comforted,
but it didn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

Blue Wasteman, Red Wasteman, Yellow Wasteman
doesn't fill me w/ much hope for the future. 

Reading Auden's '1st September 1939'
to find its zeitgeist has not aged in the slightest
doesn't fill me w/ much hope for the future.

My only true nirvana
is nurturing my demanding daughter.
My heart is overflowing
but not w/ hope for the future.

Dark future, stark future,
shark future, vulture future.
Where I comefrom we have a culture
of No Future.
Who nowadays can tell the difference 
between the hero dark & the Herod ark?
So best entrust the future
to a doughty
heresiarch.