11.24.2002 :::
Untitled I
Make no plans to fly away,
Get a Pynchon to Genesis,
Bring back the misery of Spear,
"You are a drunkard Manikin
Never to see Heaven again."
Grope the remote control
Mute, or wish to be the bromide
Of Atlantis, technology be found,
"I'm no alcoholic Manikin
Hidden in his shredded skin."
Pipe, crack, long dream mares,
A fight of Kerovac and 'poet'
Ginsberg. Reason be damned.
"You're a drunken Manikin
Lost in a Casaer Berlin."
Flight exhale box of black, lacking.
Sylvia isn't crazy just fallen in
a trap.Plastic in the setting sun.
"We're all drunken Manikins
Punished for Zeppelin sins."
Fever feet are Darwin's lies,
Skies where only submarines sail.
Colors in the Kaleidoscope,
"President, glam rock Manikin,
Giving acid a brand new spin."
Twenty five letters of some odd
Alphabet. Defines a reality
Into a book of clear division.
"I was just a plastic Manikin
In a sun of moment zen."
::: posted by Matthew at 4:14 PM
