15. It Will All Be Fine

Out of the Past, they come marching:

Lord help those out of goose-step

with the prevailing windbag.

 

The weather vane witch

is spinning on her broomstick.

The crystal ball is clouded

with deluded leaders’ jism:

lay the cards out

and the king of swords’

codpiece is undone,

the dogs have turned their

backs on The Moon.

The Hierophant is incontinent.

 

It will all be fine,

uncork your bottle

of prosecco wine,

spill some bubbles

on your valentine.

 

Life goes on

for some

onandonandon

in a frenzy of

onandonanism.

 

 

We moan, cavil, whinge;

inflate our first-world problems

in the face of others' poverty

and suffering.

 

i) the first world is the problem

ii) we are not the solution

iii) the answer is not written down

iv) it is hidden in a pot

     at the end of Gravity’s Rainbow.

 

Kim is playing liar dice

while showing off his rocket,

pretending that the loaded die

is hidden in his pocket.

 

 

Meanwhile

I think even America knows,

that hair is hiding

the pilleus.

 

We look on, expecting the punch line,

that might be a dreadful pun

or just Armaged-donald.

 

It will all be fine,

open your bottle

of Tanqueray,

what is one more djinn?