The Bankocene Epoch

If division your intent
the price be your heart's content
like prisoners in a locked tenement
a riot within you will foment
so give a pause before you fight
before you count the till at night
and check your fellow employees
there may be no reward for ye
but the goal is more complexity



Can we survive on our own
The answer is in our very bones
we all know how weak we are
how prone to arrogance....
Animals. Don't ask this question—
the survivor just survives.
by hook by crook to coffin nails
true spirit is to strive.



trudging geographically direct
dead reckoning we do respect
inside us no magical compass.
but we never get lost
preparation is the key
and endless flexibility
is that a fencepost or a tree?
we'll let you know soon enough



Jack be curious, yaas it true,
Jack be visit the forest gloom.
He came upon a lion's den
fearful roars came from within
thinking is his silent sin
thus Jack had brought beans in a tin
down the den's throat he flicked them in
twixt-thigh explosions and eructations his shifty intent
meanwhile Weasel looked on
Moon glinting off her eyes so frizzy
it seems her time to get very busy
as Jack flicks beans she chews bones
the lion's rear is now Jack's own


eleven times four is forty four
assuming times multiplies
assuming eleven is one next to one
and that four doesn't lie
forty four on right hand side if it's standard form
normally we'd do below
but that could skew the norm
keep the work discrete discreetly
generate some more


He wanted to be a Raven, of course
shooting down columns of katabatic terror
but Ravens aren't red
no video to capture impact
nobody there to witness the shattering and splattering
like a sprinkler full of him spread him out over the scree
tsss-click-click-click-tsss