Walter Burns

Rookie (8-8-1975 / Washington D.C.)

On The Impossibly - Poem by Walter Burns

on the impossibly taut emphatically phallic
runic measuring tape of Time
two homo sacred Road Scholar 'toons
have been unwittingly mashing the plastic button of Infinity
till its bashed in skull relents and breaks free
of all the candy and confetti promised
by the eternal ages
(indeed that of a three foot plastic key ring tape measure could possibly hold)
with great euphoria these two predestined scholars skid back
to where their timepieces simply combust
rather artlessly
in the future mind you
they wept at the sight of God and two chained six eyed dogs
snap their hypodermic needles in
anticipation of devouring the meat thrown to them by Yahweh
the decider of Fate who in 7 days laid a massive cage
for the unevolutionized monkeys to procreate coagulate and masticate
every unterritorialized shred of chewed up sofa cushion they could get their thumbs on
and in so doing revealed a button that hurtled them into the 21 century as brain children of Satan pass the salt preparation H(ell) is not the cure all
pushing that plastic button gets them candy not confetti
but the enormous room is filled with a shock of lightning to remind their primitive hands that what they are doing is wrong is murder that everything has a price to be paid.
Push the button oh Road Scholar send the unsuspecting lab rats to theorem pending deaths.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 20, 2010

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