The universe is a fertile mystery,
Vegetables, fruit, ripe young women, idealized males with bullshit attributes;
All are here wanting to be fed


Strange martians, complex chaos theory, big bang, God, Buddha, Lucifer,
War, famine, capitalist exploitation, socialist denial, global economy


Frozen Pluto, melting Mercury, North Pole, South Pole, the law, the criminal, the righteous, the despondent

I’m so fucking happy!
In the thick of these ingredients but not listed on the packet
A cog in the racket of forever





The magazines glisten;
Glossy invitations


The leaves perish as winter falls


Windows reflect the movement of the city


The rain brings on a rush for shelter:
Bus stop, awning, umbrella


Feet race to allow more time


Time winds onward
Bidding farewell and welcoming new guests.

Anthony Dawson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fertile-mystery/