this is Tomorrow!
contemporary amnesia:
between the sea and the sky
where silence is a howl
and the memories of the living
are endlessly echoed in misery,
floating calmly on the glossy wave,
swimming and dreaming in the cauldron of time:
we are speculating into the void.
this is Tomorrow!
the taste of the usual was like cinders in her mouth
gulf of failure: perfect doesn’t work in her bandwidth of reality.
hovering on the edge of consciousness
spending time boxing in the shadows.
this is Tomorrow!
cyberverse saturation
the contrapuntal cacophony of horns
the neo-darkness disrupting the imperative of the music
the displacement of celestial questions:
multiplicities, ambiguities, slippery, slidey, dirty knowledge,
life is too contemporary.
this is Tomorrow!
in the atrocity halls a flexible logic of screaming popes,
degenerate fantasies, unspeakable lusts.
you have a dream, she has a dream, we all had a dream
walking past the house
skirts floating on air
ghosts in her head
bouncing on a mattress of silk
wobbling precariously on post-nuclear sand.
the new worlds contain the codes.
this is Tomorrow!
in the laboratory of infinite possibilities
visionary engines
cut-price shamans of a sad little cult
auto-destructive heroes
combusting in the auto da fé of vanities
this is Tomorrow!
BELL (telephone rings)
(Pick up receiver 1)
“Helen speaking, hello.”
(pick up receiver 2)
“Helen, it’s Libby...Is my daughter Sally with a boy?”
(pick up receiver 1, hand over the mouthpiece)
Helen, staring as if she had seen the horror of all horrors:
“Yes...she’s holding his penis!”
This is Tomorrow!
Lying drugged among the bubbles is Euphoria Bliss,
the errant cow, a big dose of the blah-blah-blahs
drowsy with the torpor of no-exit dreams
drifting along a river of syrup,
the igloo between her fossilised legs colder than ever before
red peonies falling from her thighs
chic gluttony, sunshine filtering through the milky cortex of her sickly skin
discordant sounds emerging from the bottom of the sack of cottonwool balls
signifying banalities that betray nothing.
The flesh is sad, alas!
this is Tomorrow!
The carousel, the carnival , the trapeze stop suddenly,
the clown’s whistling interrupted by the thundering crash of a fallen building
eternal insomnia in the heart of the slumbering city
where buildings are made from books deciphered in moonlight on deserted balconies
freezing trips through empty streets
this is Tomorrow!
the door to the birdcage opens
fixed forever on a single meridian,
she’s flying into the unfathomable abyss of vast mirrors
reflecting an infinite succession of rooms
behold! the jeopardy of daily life.
this is Tomorrow!
in love with the shiny magpie surfaces of popular culture
in the secret vaults of her mind
she does not plot, nor plan, nor devise:
she goes for life hammer and tongs.
she collars it, and scrags it and throttles it,
traps it in the lava flow of her whimsy
this is Tomorrow!
stubborn gospels of joy
unhealthy heresies
aesthetic antennae flaccid and still
the government of the tongue
finding epiphanies in the banal
a sclerosis of the global conscience
adding strength to tyranny
the merry chorus of ignorance rising from the intergalactic darkness
breeding in its dim whirling greyness
this is Tomorrow!
through the big end of the opera glass
moon, tides, voyaging globes, compasses, constellations
and longitudinal lines:
Ecco Homo!
this is Tomorrow!
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