anthropocene blue

there’s something breathing on Ganymede
deep in the galactic
spiral abyss
     [a box in the attic hiding
     the heat from our anodized secrets]

yet whatever happened to the achromatic?
before being juxtaposed with ‘crowd control’

   in the epoch of this human spike/whose remnants line our sunken roads

and invective innuendo screaming
down carbon-fiber nanotubes
has prepared us for our second
encounter with senescence
appearing live on television
so all can be amused