Dead Astronauts, Helpoemer, Vaucanson’s Automaton, Zardoz, Giorgio De Chirico, The Smurf Queen Editoress of Indiana, Eiga Monogatari; Try that on for Synthesizer
Dead Astronauts, Helpoemer, Vaucanson’s Automaton, Zardoz, Giorgio De Chirico,
The Smurf Queen Editoress of Indiana, Eiga Monogatari; Try that on for Synthesizer
By Quasimofo
The Battle of Karansebes 1788–Austrian scouts come upon a group of Wallachian gypsies who sell them schnappes. They get drunk. Austrian infantry approaches. Austrian scouts pose as enemy Turks to scare them off so they don’t have to share the schnappes. Confusion follows. 10,000 Austians are killed or wounded. The schnappes was to die for.
Rule #1: Don’t hit yourself.
Rule #2: If you hit yourself, don’t shit yourself.
Vlad T. drives up in a 68′ Impala with folk indie blasting pell melted
poetry that has finally caught up with your life experiences cause if it feels
like things are going to hell you might already be there, and Art House flicks
are an oil change for “if i wasn’t me, i probably wouldn’t like me”, but it’s you.
–It’s a cornucopia of “you”-TOPIA babye!–
Then he unloads the bassdrop:
B O O O O O U U U U U J J J J J J H H H H H H ! ! ! ! ! ! !
And P
you O
go S
from I
fetal T
missionary I
to O
lotus N
And you wonder if Dr. Jekyll ever exclaimed “A Hydey Hydey Hey, and a Hydey Hydey Ho!” ?
But your learned profanity goes beyond dropping mere f-bombs,
you launch f-drones which seek out
the dumb uneducated rednecks in over their heads
who mistook you for a dead astronaut making New Retro Wave
in your x boyfriend’s brother’s basement
causing you to grow antlers (from the synthesizers)
and doe ears that turned one eye red and one eye blue
so they tried shooting you with spud guns
but you were like streaking thru the cosmos all of a sudden
tranced into the time space continuum
making you numb like peppermint butterscotch hooch and then
you’re thinking in a deep voice with a drum machine background
realizing you’ve been running away from the confusion of life only
to embrace its mystery.
–Yeah Misses Create-Your-Own-Reality Cadet,
you never needed the gravity boots. . .
Another bassdrop for added cinematic effect:
B O O O O O U U U U U J J J J J J H H H H H H ! ! ! ! ! ! !
On Giorgio De Chirico’s
The Uncertainty of the Poet
Damned for seeing things
How we think they are
The stockgirl lost
Legs
Arms
Head
To steamomatic Amtrac
Crisping in the shadows
Of made-up banana
Des(s)ert.
You is yourn urn bestest miami vice rear admiral gripe groping shirabyoshi…
playing the part of dn agent pro gram ED free will SQEEEEEEEEE i e i o pologist
soldering the god-given synthetic to antipathy calligraphy floating expressionists heads
puking automatic rifling onto the 2 for 1 million landscalped 70’s linoleum phlegmoleum…
You’ll get by alright waiting for a comet cleaner…
Rule #3: Life’s more than just eating red meat and listening to Judas Priest.
–It’s about building your own Poetry Hut in an asteroid belt
at the far reaches of the universe decked with electronica indie dance floor,
sex hammocks, and lava lamps filled with the semen of forgotten gods.
..And a robo-bartender fortune teller palm reader who always tells you the truth.
This piece started as a nic-nac birthday poem for someone (Smurf Queen Editoress) hence all the “you”s and personal advice. I also wanted to make a cyber poem out of it by adding links to music, movies, paintings, people, ideas, etc. and add that interactive element to it. I call this style “abstract collage” and have been increasingly making my poems into time-capsules including whatever media i’m into/exploring at the time to life struggles, or just wayward thoughts. The idea of being everywhere in the universe at once also intrigues me. That’s why we may go from 18th century Austrians to futuristic sci-fi hermit abodes at the far reaches of space. Then there’s everything in between–a virtual Crayola 64 on a Commodore 64 drunk with hedonistic search for wisdom via the excesses of the human experience. Search for meaning begins with a microscope and ends with a telescope. Thanks to Haggard and Halloo for publishing!