reverse renaissance

… and we’re naming our pets after dead luminaries      
biting our lips and suffering
the irresistible bliss of misplaced perspective

                          [yet who could be happier]

living each day as prescribed
by the infinite regressions of infinitely
improbable gods – or the water cycle within          
lop-sided magic 8-balls

iconoclastic
re-wiring our brains to exist
in a vacuum, like savages

tied to a pendulum and told
that the past is our greatest enemy

                                 [and still who could be happier]

than a shark in this shallow gene
pool of vacant deepities
chasing the antipodal scent of fresh blood                  
across boundless horizons
through absolute zero
and far beyond the lunatic fringe –
of a derelict universe

full of indulgent disasters
and those who could not be happier
in their chronic, quotidian miasma

a renaissance in reverse