An Intimation to Technicality
Do you remember the pearls,
Those eyes,
In the clouded cerebrum
Where ghostly neurons interchange?
Imp-ession
The lulling cataract
The weeping willows
The flimsy breeze
WWWWiiiisssssshhhhHHHH
WWWWiiiisssssshhhhHHHH
But,
Thus Spoke Zarahastura
Whose spire hands contused humanity(-ies)
‘s aorta,
(The heart
My dear, not the throat)
With gay sciences
In the rain
The last man’s palatable, nimble silk wrists curve woundingly
In a rebirth of wonder
And
7 Macaw, the flawed god,
Still speaks
Late at night, when the mountain’s groans
Implore the stirring of Blood
to frustrate Lethe’s
Undulating currents.
…Do run softly.
While the Postmodern automatons,
Who in the heart of Paul’s acquiesce
(And Jezebel’s digress),
Entreat the holidays
With a kiss and a smile
Puckering up with complacent tales: s*kiss*o* kiss*m*ass*a*ass*
So my porcelain brethren…
Rama,
Gilgamesh,
Jesus,
Lest the tempest sweeps us into Oblivion’s sweat,
May we remind the world that Quentin Tarantino is still alive?