Spontaneous generation

Spontaneous generation
As the ancestors rot
Aesthetically appalling
If sexually not.

Critically thwarted
With what he thinks he knows
By this civilisation
Late as it goes.

Religion all is dubious
Philosophy too
Poetry is certainty
Baudelaire knew.

Purchase ledger assistant
In a road named Arodene
Twenty years old
Her name is Maxine.

As I walk to Brixton station
In a very light rain
I consider exhilaration
And intolerable music
As part of the pain.

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