08-28-2017, 02:07 PM
Blake Among the Mushroom Clouds
I got tired on the bum-shroud long ago,
like charging psychedelic mushrooms
on the h-bomb cloud
and clod-hopping with the dull membrane of Prufrock
a volume of his brain,
bound and filled with the commonwealthe clothe
as a reminder of blissful intoxication and acid sleep of sheep
that dream programmers like to think
or dream electric and then hit the woolen sinke
its incessant insouciance or gainless gain
its noxious, burning gas-sweet
that poisons nonchalantly
poisoning the memory of love and simpletons
with these dull inclinations towards sorbet
orange or limeframe tonic
with parlance and adhock, adjunct notoriety
that hit the parlour's gate or stoneway epigramme
that's where Jacob's stone was laid
above the shelf or beneath the skirt of nightfall
Alfred doesn't have any reason to hide in Greenwich
or Southern England, 8the Centurie
to stroke the night because of this corner-chair
to wrestle the anglers in the big cat's lair
or shy away from the shell-shock gate,
that the Ishtar Princess walked
Along the captain's tower
he would follow
deferring from the straight need
for psychedelia
and predicted implosions
walking towards the edge of eternity
Where some see Rasputin or Dostoevsky or
some dull canvas hypochondriac
individuated despair
and intoxicating nihilism
with Nostradamus damning all of us
to realize his unkempt visions
catastrophic and unrealizable
The apostasy's poesy
prophetic of dim revelation,
long since apocalyptic, apoplectic
the madness rifling through his
silly synapses or not quite so serious
as the end of the bottle
for Jim Morrison
of the future in panoramic hieroglyph
the futurist in William Blake and epiphany
Of John of Patmos
exiled for painting Bosch, Hieronymus
much earlier than could be expected
his tempestuous tempest
the tympany of the pest
the bubons of the plague bubonic
and the judgement of Babylon
not fitting in somehow
between the farce of Rome East Side
or farcical documents
without Turin's
nuclear radiation
a pale rider ghosted
a pale ride ridered
or a pale ghost impaled
I got tired on the bum-shroud long ago,
like charging psychedelic mushrooms
on the h-bomb cloud
and clod-hopping with the dull membrane of Prufrock
a volume of his brain,
bound and filled with the commonwealthe clothe
as a reminder of blissful intoxication and acid sleep of sheep
that dream programmers like to think
or dream electric and then hit the woolen sinke
its incessant insouciance or gainless gain
its noxious, burning gas-sweet
that poisons nonchalantly
poisoning the memory of love and simpletons
with these dull inclinations towards sorbet
orange or limeframe tonic
with parlance and adhock, adjunct notoriety
that hit the parlour's gate or stoneway epigramme
that's where Jacob's stone was laid
above the shelf or beneath the skirt of nightfall
Alfred doesn't have any reason to hide in Greenwich
or Southern England, 8the Centurie
to stroke the night because of this corner-chair
to wrestle the anglers in the big cat's lair
or shy away from the shell-shock gate,
that the Ishtar Princess walked
Along the captain's tower
he would follow
deferring from the straight need
for psychedelia
and predicted implosions
walking towards the edge of eternity
Where some see Rasputin or Dostoevsky or
some dull canvas hypochondriac
individuated despair
and intoxicating nihilism
with Nostradamus damning all of us
to realize his unkempt visions
catastrophic and unrealizable
The apostasy's poesy
prophetic of dim revelation,
long since apocalyptic, apoplectic
the madness rifling through his
silly synapses or not quite so serious
as the end of the bottle
for Jim Morrison
of the future in panoramic hieroglyph
the futurist in William Blake and epiphany
Of John of Patmos
exiled for painting Bosch, Hieronymus
much earlier than could be expected
his tempestuous tempest
the tympany of the pest
the bubons of the plague bubonic
and the judgement of Babylon
not fitting in somehow
between the farce of Rome East Side
or farcical documents
without Turin's
nuclear radiation
a pale rider ghosted
a pale ride ridered
or a pale ghost impaled
plutocratic polyphonous pandering