Meditation in a Nightclub

She dances for herself
And no-one else,
No-one else but the sound;
And she moves the energy,
Becomes the current;
Sound is her element,
By will and whim.
She shapes the air,
Sculpts the moment,
Electromagnetic
Then gone.

In the clear Arctic waters the sea is teeming
And pulsing with organisms:
Tiny copepod crustaceans beat in myriads
Through the surface waters, feeding on plankton,
And jellyfish of every size and hue
Drift in throbbing millions, swirling
And beating against the tides,
Dilating and constricting
In obedience to the currents.

Are you waiting for a giant asteroid to strike,
Or for deadly viruses to wipe us all out?
Super volcanoes might erupt in their dozens,
The poles might shift,
And tsunamis sweep the earth…
Surely it’s time for aliens to invade and conquer,
Time to be fried by a mega nova,
Or shall we just let wars and famines do us in?

Meanwhile,
I am here, in the dark,
Like a snake with four penises.