Phantom Exuberance

"The only limits to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today"
Franklin Delano Roosevelt

Now Newton’s cradle is ten Earth’s wide
here is the news:

Colliding Ricochet Impacts Slope Gaia-ward
At The Speed Of Optimism – but
look to our rocketry, sophisticating fireworks
raining seeds of justice from pearl skies;
or look at the pyramid builders
from whom we learned all we knew
until the black-hatted necromancers stoked
the engines of lust with mummies
co-opting the ghost slaves to our project -
so today you have eighty or an hundred,
I have more being higher on the pyramid,
next year some of us will have a thousand
think of the progress in that statistic!

None of which stopped the cerebral haemorrhage
seeking out the cripple-king,
the brain trust trussed up in barb-mired knots
dead meat, solar battery, fleshy node
of some future device lost in a blank
acreage at the back of the white mind
awaiting techno-fix, Walt Disney’s cadaverous grin

America swollen to 300 million
but broken since 1939 -
spun language tails into edges
faced with a margin, a limit
the eruption of a minute into
fragmentation shards,
shrapnel of capital’s incendiary whorl
the paint is flaking on that varnished world
the rust that won’t sleep also will not vote
for tomorrow's doubts, or today's demise


kh
17.10.06

IMAGE: Gesit - from Matschbogs