Monday, December 23, 2013
We are up against curves of prescience,
post-peer tools for comic use against....
Floor and tile stores, for chic-instance,
never arrive at four-stories: ground floor
is good enough for the gods of Linoleum.
That was in the same year photographs
of cancer cells, much enlarged, sold so well.
We went to a movie house to see reels.
Doris Day swallowing. Bobby Thomson
breaking his ankle. Bardot so peaceful...
friendly and peaceful in the Atomic Epoch.
Prehistoric birds came at us in 3-D,
religious assholes like Moses parted
Cinemascope-purple pedophile robes...
and girls screamed... and it was mystical...
like the worst was yet to come... after Ike.
Nowadays we speak Mars-pilgrimages,
redwood carousel mustangs on fire,
grandfather duck-guns in choir lofts.