Magical Realism

Wyman Wicket, questioned, responds... 

Why man wicked?

Yes?

What is "magic realism"?

First there was Photoshop

Then came AI

Reality's been melting

Along with it, truth

Modern art took out beauty

Goodness?—

All but vanished

Plato is dead

Kooka's dead

What is left that's real?

God's alive

(The birds tell me so)

And so I imagine the

God part in me—

My soul—is still there

Blackened as it is,

Slightly rotten, 

But alive, helping me

To find my way through

What's real and not

I'm guided by my heart

It's brain teaches me

To be good 

In spite

Of myself; what self?

Oh yeah, my rot-gut

Lusty, soulful self

How unreal, and 

Almost magical 

It all is!