Spandrels

By Richard Mather

I woke up to find

that they’d really put the man in salamander

If god wishes for a salhumander,

Then he will produce one.

It is not for man to insert himself

Between god and fish.

*

His last nerve is losing its grip

On his head, a hyper-raised

Hairline. A rupture is coming.

Stomach acid in the plastic

Oesophagus, the sound

Of a paracetamol bottle

Rattling around a body bag

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!confabulations

!mythomania

,,I am thought, dreaming grotesqueries”

<after the algorithm, an outcome>

,,I am that outcome, bringer of great joy”