What If Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

What if you were the one and suppose you
We're literally loaded with acute noteworthy
Atrocious bombastic dialectic felicity?

As though your surroundings were a theme park
And nothing beyond. No one shared a hunch or
A clue. Didn't flaunt a spark.
Occurrences were out of place.
All was in disarray. Laughter faded into
The Distance.

Outlandish, outlandish! Fantasies are often
Famished SCHEMES with days of infected haze
Polluted with archaic trash from spheres
Unknown.


Someone barks into your thoughts, 'ANSWER THE
TELEPHONE.' And you shout 'HELLO? ' A sense of
A bewildering revolution is at hand. The agony
Of black ash has disengaged. A teetering
Revelation.

What if the world were such as that? Constant
Electrifying chaos. Would we explore as a theme
Park in the dark? Would we survive?
Abandon our minds?

That masquerade, HEY! That PURPLE haze has
Vanished. The suffocating skies are blue again.
Every day is but a MELLOW breath of Sunshine
And rainbows. No longer strange substituted
For mundane.