|2005-11-14 02:00 (UTC)
the site's great. here's a downer:
supersized coke, beef-mushroom burger, and an indigestion
I discovered it in Discovery,
The kind of info that throws
Its weight around you,
Making you feel programmed,
Short-circuited, fused like short,
And as far as I my random memory serves me
It flows like mercury, heavy metal and hardcore,
Obvious as in kick-ass one time jack-hammer,
A real ass-blower if you know what I’m saying,
The jackpot that never is, the big phony,
The mental hand-job to say the least.
I could’ve thrown in a lot of descriptions.
A lot of adjectives, a no-no in what we do,
Say it in the near-defunct first person,
Prosaic and un-metonymic, yeah, metaphoric
(and they say its heroic) as slammers do,
jerk it out off conferences and readings:
this fountain of ink we drown our selves in,
the very source of our muses and musings,
the core of palaver and parables—
oh yes, this needs shouting,
this entails deferment,
this necessitates a build-up,
a killing around the bush,
I was watching while everyone’s having a board game,
Kids were fighting over an anime action figure,
Mom and dad were having a shouting match.
I was ravaging fa(s)t food. Gorging on it.
I fooled with buttons and blind-surfed channels.
MTV, CNN, BBC, the Croc Channel,
Discovery. Human behavior, hmmm, good stuff.
I latched on the tube, the periphery dissolved,
I was glued, Elmered if you will, I zeroed in.
As I advanced on the documentary,
The proverbial light bulb flashed in my head,
My soul cried Eureka!, I was one of the screaming
Apes in 2001: Space Odyssey complete
With Sprach Zarathustra on the background—
human as I, realized, this,
this un-Great Expectation
this male work-around,
this oral excitation, the earth before the flood,
the last supper, the voodoo revealed:
everything ends where agony begins—
let David Attenborough narrate it:
the human drive to compete is ingrained in us that the concept of loss is vital to our very survival as a species. It is a biological process that involves secretion of endocrine glands that gives a feeling like reptiles do: temporary yet partial immobility; the heart beat slowing down thus the sudden need for heavy gulps of air and sighs; the blood rushing down to the gut giving out an empty feeling or a sinking in; the drug-driven stimuli that targets the hypothalamus to make sure that we remember forever this sense of loss that must be avoided in order to learn and adapt…
Great god of darwin, freud, einstein, elvis,
spongebob, and michael jackson, whatever he is,
need I explain more?
Writers of the world unite! We have everything to lose especially poems!