Sketches, panels and planets
new gods and forever people
oh, where have the humans landed
in a tidal wave of inhumanity
screaming “cosmic retribution!”, frogs from the sky
lightening zapped by hovering squids from another planet,
each being a universe in the pocket careening into a nihilistic void
bursting into new directions in the quasars of minds yet to be born,
the infinite crisis of anti-life equation is not not learning- we don’t know how to live
but how we are not allowed to live, rebels of delusion,
mirroring counter-revolutionary tactics,
the constellations come together,
Orion with his belt makes a club of mars,
Jupiter splits apart, innards of creme corn
and interstellar strippers made of jello and (here all thought it was gas)
existence, exit stance,
another wave of reality
forget the fourth and fifth worlds,
demand to break the wall
between self and source, they say mathematics is the language,
words are treason, but the mystery is breathing,
the philosophy is marvel in the elseworlds of confinement,
the miracle to concede defeat in the land of unliving
an embracement of tomorrow’s glory
when moment is what you are without meaning,
true being, serenity of the soul, there’s your earthen saga
and heroic myth of the ages recycling into another dawn tinged transmigration
of starved stardust exploding angels and the nine fingers of nirvana,
but what about the thumb?
up my dead wandering desolate ass, wrestling a stranger in town – the valley of bones
where giant men in unstable molecular suits are testament highways
warnings to lovers of all ages
gracing the wild and crazy eternity.