Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Big Bang

Where is our big bang?
Where is the creative chaos who’s
cunt will bear our true brave new world?
Bogged down in the racket of a
hundred million iPhones
in the pages
of Facebook

am not a Phone
a Mac
or a PC

My face
may be a book,
but for my status
you’ll have to ask me

Step away from that screen
Look up
The world is burning!
Chagall’s horse has
long since shat out
Nero's violin
but just for us
they cleaned it off
electrified it
and plugged us in
and noone has noticed
the bitter stench
of our collective burning
ever since

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