rollinboyo
Bluelighter
tomorrow gravity failed
and all the doe-eyed children began to float
dancing to the sound of Brazilian guitars
and swallowing clouds like great scoops of ice cream
their prozac zombie mothers
bloated on Oprah and guilt are
stuck to their recliners like old gum
so numb they don't even notice the empty cribs
with surprise the enlightened scientists stare upwards
feeling like the wind has been knocked out of them
puzzled and ashamed they weep
in front of the large hadron collider
just then an electric surge
crackling and flashing like an exploding star
sweeps across the earth
and all of the mainframes crash
on Wall Street the bankers scream
stripped of their Brooks Brothers costumes
they run uptown in ugly nakedness
a greedy ravenous stampede
Nietzsche's horse chuckles in Union Square
tells the Goldman Sachs shills that he is God
bewildered they stop
then hungrily rip the beast apart
above the chaos Blake in brazen glory rises
riding his chariot sunward with the children in tow
all shouting boisterously with tummys heaving
“whither Voltaire, Rousseau?”
on the tired green of Harvard University
where the atheists fuck in angry orgy
a student sighs and the clock stops
the pen of every professor runs dry
while down a dim corridor 'round musty tomes
in the forgotten library of Alexandria
Fulcanelli in his alchemists robe
transmutes the Principia Mathematica into gold
and all the doe-eyed children began to float
dancing to the sound of Brazilian guitars
and swallowing clouds like great scoops of ice cream
their prozac zombie mothers
bloated on Oprah and guilt are
stuck to their recliners like old gum
so numb they don't even notice the empty cribs
with surprise the enlightened scientists stare upwards
feeling like the wind has been knocked out of them
puzzled and ashamed they weep
in front of the large hadron collider
just then an electric surge
crackling and flashing like an exploding star
sweeps across the earth
and all of the mainframes crash
on Wall Street the bankers scream
stripped of their Brooks Brothers costumes
they run uptown in ugly nakedness
a greedy ravenous stampede
Nietzsche's horse chuckles in Union Square
tells the Goldman Sachs shills that he is God
bewildered they stop
then hungrily rip the beast apart
above the chaos Blake in brazen glory rises
riding his chariot sunward with the children in tow
all shouting boisterously with tummys heaving
“whither Voltaire, Rousseau?”
on the tired green of Harvard University
where the atheists fuck in angry orgy
a student sighs and the clock stops
the pen of every professor runs dry
while down a dim corridor 'round musty tomes
in the forgotten library of Alexandria
Fulcanelli in his alchemists robe
transmutes the Principia Mathematica into gold
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) and stretch that out using your aesthetic ability. dont preach in poetry (remember you know NOTHING). i mean you can of course, but i hate it when poets do that, classics or modern nobodies !