MEANWHILE
meanwhile
above the clouds
the Lolita Express
is banking
descending
is like an aeroplane
in a children’s story
inspiring thoughts of
magic and
mystery
and exciting destinations
full of memorable
characters, exotic beings
the speed of this jet
being quite impressive
you think you have
left that
shadowy raptor, harpy
that goes by
the name
of nothing
is the embodiment of
nothing
in its tracks, empty-
clawed, struggling
far behind
today it
missed its pray
the sneakiness of it all
just too much.
for it
existential disappointment
in its eye
as bleak as pure abyss
back to
Noam and Ali
after
so much
meanwhile
only two options
the man
is an idiot
confusing the meaning
of bilingual and bi-
sexual
(purely on the hidden
sexual punning
sounds of
language)
we have
the philosopher maestro
of linguistics
juxtaposed
with this hip hop
moron who
doesn’t
know right
from left
unless
the joke
is on you and for
all your acumen
you took this
covert killer master-
satirist
at face value
did not
see his
failure to
find and comprehend as
radical sign
beyond itself
leaving you
a bit denuded, stripped
of all
presumed acumen
an empty vessel when
nuance
called for
meanwhile
the jury was out
but is now
returning
let me see any, if any,
Chomsky satire,
Chomsky comedy
any of the resonant poetry Chomsky wrote
can recite
to end this thing with
less
nihilistic bite
as the Lolita Express
comes in to land
poems 2 die for 