What are you apt to do, someone asked– let loose like a cloud, your heavenly piss? To change a name and lay blame when things are not apt to fit? Apt to have secrets sit quiet in the corner? To watch the girl with the pearl earring make things intimate when no one else is looking? Or are you apt to watch some shit-for-brains set new rules, apt to watch Jesus nailed up to modern virtue, dropping the has-beens, the ones who stand or sit at the worst times. Maybe apt to keep a blind eye, to wonder which bomb you paid for, to wish for better after turning out the lights. Kevin Swanwick, July 2025
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WOW! This is powerful Kevin.