Nursing A Home For The Grandfather Paradox

The grandfather paradox got
out of bed,
put a pink playful outfit on
and a watch which barely
tells what day it is, then went
’bout its business
of savage, smily parricide.

Dressed in a DeLorean, the ’dox drove down
highways of expected traffic then
turned off, fell
into a spin
of funeral cost calculations
and casualty claims—doing so much these days
to deaden the ’dox’s power. Then,

later, and alone—tired, dispirited and bored—
Enough! said ’Dox.
I don’t care what damage is done,
I’m moulding a murderous means
to illustrate my anomaly—
even if it be
the death of …

’Dox ceased existence, its car careened
into the ditch in which
earlier it was found—
ideas still spilling like petrol, polluting its own
paradox as it got
out of bed,
put a pink playful outfit on
and a watch which barely …


—Soren James