Same Planet Different World

In the twilight of the Gods

bound by the machinations of the

cultural chromosome

leaping from bone to bone,

sits a man of quiet steel

un-burnished by the tainted

philosophy of middle-class,

middlebrow, mediocrity.

In a society obsessed with order

where culture is King

with great mana he trans-locates

thoughts of the fundamental dichotomy

of unrealistic representation

ignoring the shewbread.

So like the sadist that rips the flesh

with atavistic cruelty

he offers up this doggerel

of the heart

to the Sun in splendour

distorting the aesthetic

thus becoming more

human than human

and like his art

in death

becomes immortal.

Paul Williams©2005