04-05-2014, 05:25 AM
the three stigmata of palmer eldritch
by Philip K. Dick
We need our Can-D
No one important
heeded global warming;
it was merely scientific curiosity,
left wing propaganda,
some tree-hugger’s mantra.
Sea levels rose with populations,
land became scarce and sweltering hot.
We were drafted as colonists,
forced to abandon our homes
for the outer planets
and a change of weather,
for spaciousness and adventure,
to breathe again. We were not passionate
pioneers or hardened journeyman.
We weren't prepared for grueling labor,
the desolation of isolation
or utter boredom of colonial life.
We escaped
by the only means we had,
by imbibing in Can-D
and using simulation layouts
that others dreamed up for us.
We left our bodies in our cots
to share in the good life
as Perky Pat and Walt,
our beloved surrogates.
by Philip K. Dick
We need our Can-D
No one important
heeded global warming;
it was merely scientific curiosity,
left wing propaganda,
some tree-hugger’s mantra.
Sea levels rose with populations,
land became scarce and sweltering hot.
We were drafted as colonists,
forced to abandon our homes
for the outer planets
and a change of weather,
for spaciousness and adventure,
to breathe again. We were not passionate
pioneers or hardened journeyman.
We weren't prepared for grueling labor,
the desolation of isolation
or utter boredom of colonial life.
We escaped
by the only means we had,
by imbibing in Can-D
and using simulation layouts
that others dreamed up for us.
We left our bodies in our cots
to share in the good life
as Perky Pat and Walt,
our beloved surrogates.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris