MOREOVER
got shot
at point-blank range
but you say
I ran straight
into a bullet
a good bullet
moreover
one that knows
the difference between
right and wrong
a silver bullet, a golden
bullet, a Willy Wonka
eternal
gob-stopping bullet
made by the great
celestial munitions factory
over the rainbow
before that got
shot to shreds
HOW
how shall
all this remembered
find its way
into the the books
be retold
by the old folks
taught
in the clsssroom?
will this desperate spin
you are Hell-bent
on manifacturing
find its way from
your dizzy life-ignoring,
image-igonoring
brains onto
revered pages?
or will history be
your bitch
as truth is now?
COPERNICAN SYSTEM REVISITED
tellers of tales
doctors of spin
can get smothered
strangled in
all that
yarn
this
how the world demands
we do not
turn
eschew
revolution
history freeze
take
everything as it
comes, it falls
without (us) and
out of the blue, within
TURING TEST see you posing as trying to be pretending to be purporting to be an ntellectual this you somehow cannot be obviously in human terms I would stoop to the political correctness to label you: cerebrally challenged but if your intelligence just so happen to be artificial I would inquire whether something in your hardwire might not have been substandard perhaps gone radically wrong all your chips jammed up too much sickly slimy spin saturating the silicon innards . making your tech feel stolid steampunk, the crowning achievement of a now distant century
poems 2 die for