I've got a surplus of soda water.
If you can decipher the following I will hand deliver you eight truckloads of gravitons and a vat of soda water, pending availability:
Summit. Tree. Swastika. Morning after the roses rules.
Dali is not a Salivdor Lama--
These things I know NOT to be NOT correct:
Cheerleader pants and sunglass dreams underneath a jackolantern hung
aloft
verify.
Best interpretation gets the water, man-o.
(That'll stick Stan, that'll stick.)
Slopped by
sarcasmus
at
9:58 AM
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
4 comments:
That last poem was a piece'a'cake. But this one... it just baffles me.
That's because this one ISN'T a poem. It's just me goofin' around. Sorry for the confusion.
It's no joke...that comment itself is meant to shield one away from the true meaning of the this wonderfully crafted political satire written in the guise as one of Kinski's wet dreams.
The first line "Summit." An obvious refrence to the last two elections. The top, the prize, the one in charge. Able to see, change and destroy everything beneath you because the path has been cleared. Summit.
"Tree." Solid in place. Can withstand the wind the pressure. Has an allegiance with no one because it stands alone. Yet is interanlly and dependent on the environment around it to surrvive. It's secrects are inside hidden under the exteror ugliness of its skin/bark. Tree.
Swastika. Only it's symbols revel it's truth. Because it can not speak; It can be truth or evil. Swastika.
"Morning after the Roses Rule."
Yes, Yes. I feel it. This is so obvious I dare not even call it symbolic poetry. But if I must--We shall awake free and free from the illusion of politics; It has from the base of the Roses that has posioned and not the rose itself. BUSH. George and George II. When we see this we once again vote as a country.
"Dali is not a Salivdor Lama." The political artist must never utter the word compassion if he's going to F**K with the world.
"Cheerleader pants and sunglass dreams underneth a jackolantern."
The singing and dancing when the war is done-- all that will be left are the horrible images, smiling, and dim, of our nation's past; auntum pumokin seen from the distance on a stoop in Brooklyn.
"Hung-aloft-verify"
-Kinski is Bush's antichrist.
I do expect the water....Signed sealed and delivered.....!!!
K
Soda water is on the way!!!!
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