Post Invasion: Ipod Zombies Poem by Max McGovern

Here and now,
I am the professor;
Of truths already alighted
Upon
The upstairs to the temple of wonder.
As for the downstairs,
No one knows.

Here in the image contrived
From the page,
Dwells the heart of sounds thought about
still unheard.

Welcome to Wit’s End
Population: Everybeing.

Gathered here
around the yellow fire
Flinted to life
by the sparks of pious souls:
An incantation, sound off to the gods!

The accolade calls forth a cavalcade
Of curiously adorned anthropomorphic
Goddesses, bejeweled and radiant
With the lights of the Technicolor
Earth spirit: the multifaceted and multifarious mother-of-it-all.

Last night a long and sensuous
Cobra superimposed
The gem from the crown of her hood
Over my pineal gland.

Thus I am the knower of all things
And the doer of no things.
For that which is left undone has no needed finish
Nor need to begin.
Life flows then un-conflicted,
river-like in connections of energy, love, and loss.
But the gains are of such plurality.

Around the time of the invasion
Of Ipod Zombies,
My rituals ceased.

I was bitten by a video one.
Now its accoutrement litters the
Upsteps to the Wonderous Temple.

I’m too afraid too slip
Considering my bones’
Disinclined nature towards
Falling on marble
for an hour straight down.
Guess it would depend on
Your falling point,
But my point is failing me.
And I must treat my wounds well quickly,
Before I too become zombeic
And fail to meet the fellow friendly eye.