Live On
Live On
by Dominic Viti
Time, emit no evil.
Draw now, sir, a war is won.
Did I murder for a jar of red rum?
Ha, dogma!
I rise, sir Time—
Rat, part ogre.
Are we not drawn onward to new era,
And, are we not pure?
Stuck rats peed on deified devil.
I, eye of doom, emote I.
Meet, see ye civic So Sad ad.
Live evil!
Dada SOS—civic eyes teem tenet.
I.E. to me, mood = foe.
Ye “I†lived, deified—no deep, stark cuts
Erupt on Ew era DNA.
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Er . . . go trap tar.
Emit rise, sir.
I am God!
Ah, murder for a jar of red rum, I did.
Now, sir, a war is won.
Ward, live on, Time, emit no evil.
ahh… Marcel Duchamp and his DaDa… where are they now?
In the souls of Mark Motherbaugh, Stephen Colbert and David Shields.
Dada never died.
The idea more resilient than he was. May I be so lucky.
This is a palindrome!