Aught, no. 8 (2002)
two minutes (of your time)
for the future, remember the labeled grub.
yes, the real world is an opportunity, but
the falls are slippery and so many dynamos
are left unmanaged. the fish cannot recall
the inventions of history and Tesla's mystery
is an angel. all the times of heaven are
falling to the West and death is just one
more subdivision in the American Dream,
unvisited - perhaps, but the canister on
the street is not going to be dumber
tomorrow. plastered to the brick wall,
the citizens have - laughably - forgotten
how to ask a question. warm weather
is my friend, baby. give me lightning
and a couple of launched out elven
theories. geysers killed the string of
ghostly dust clouds. black hole puzzled
molecules and sought the dissolution
of cabled life. oh sure, lucifer principle
strikes it heavy. memes cancel out the
phantom, and the crop circles the human
group, ravenous pack, into a sickled cell
in a burnt-out starlight prison. search
for extraterrestrial life, but first conceal
the blisters on the bottom of your feet.
the fringe of science science fiction
is the antenna of science? blasphemy
is a fundamental fallacy. glyph kind
and answers this word into reality.
stimulating answers to simple ages.
massive disruptions to religious caves,
where all the crazies hang out. god,
the humans aren't just nuts, they're
completely wrapped in aluminum foil.
why do these callers all have lisps?
and again and again
another pattern emerged
from canopies of twisted sky
and cities stopped
action of day
and cars scrapped against guardrails
and smokestacks blasted song
where soot once pushed
and birds chirped new words
in quickened feathered tongues
and children smelled
of burning light
by the altered glass
windowpanes in schools
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