From the archives – Imagine: You Are Here — Guy Kettelhack

Imagine: You Are Here

How many breeding bleeding layers
are there in this city’s skin?—
some operative—some discarded

and unpardonable: this half-moribund,
half-breathing porous mesh
of spin and sin and blunt intransigence

and subtle residue—this vast organic
stew which seeps into your thought
and flesh to underscore its intimate

hegemony—its power over you—
in all its multifariously kinky funky
sweat—its threat to all complacency—

this godless naked kickass punk of soul
who struts in refutation of the least
idea that any sweet simplicity could

ever constitute the whole: this thing
that richly rhymes with muck and suck.
Imagine: you are here. What luck!

from Autumn Sky Poetry 15 — by Guy Kettelhack

Art by Guy Kettelhack