Television Reality

We came and sat. We wanted to see.

The silver screen of the Earth emerged
to spread wild upon his eyes.
And he said to his liquid cries,
Swimming within murky currents,
Sound itself there coupling,
“Depart from me! Teeth surging serpent”
But when those crystal droplets fell,
Poesy did appear,
To beg and watch with no fear,
And invent an Age.

Recall my stinging spit,
Cast upon the fallen pauper,
Upper Class creation
Categorization quite amazing.
Did ever a spit bleed an eye?
Questioned I when tears slid
Down to their pouting lips.
Lift her face toward my teeth,
Allow me to devour her dreams,
Then feed me her bodily means.
Onwards Wilson,
Spectacular poet,
Towards my honest mouth.

We prayed. Who were they?

Reality so complex, quietness praising
Here I see intersection bright, possibilities endless,
Within it lies epic flight, guide me to their delight.

I love thee, brown orange peel mouth
Painting the tawny taut skin,
Eyes falling into infinity’s wake,
Bright Blue circles containing.
I love thee, true beauty I could never find
Until I stared at the green of my mind.

There she lay, next to a riverbank,
next to the movie theater,
With rough arms upon dirt,
Scrambling popcorn and wrappers
Thrown by two an hour before.

Where does Beauty lie,
screamed their ceaseless mind,
As society poured forth from brain’s cup,
To find weakness and vile,
And destroy them, link the evil with sick.
There a Prison! Mass graves teeming with life,
Floating upon beds of tears.

And so then, dutifully resolved,
We began the injection into human thoughts.

We live only on wide holes on a larger needle,
Hanging from one end of the universe
To another.
Stardust packets of thought whistle through us,
Give us meaning, we trust through those thought’s past.
Imagination brings forth puzzle so amusing,
That they set after it for years upon years,
To find the elaborate rose, beauty to comprehend.

And who are we? Your forewarners,
And thereby harbingers, of your Destiny,
doomed race to soon populate desolate place.

And so judged the lovers of reality,
Convinced of one form, then deified,
To dominate their minds, and spread hate for some vile.
They had pledged to save the real,
Within their sacred sun, and then they spread through the universe,
To introduce doubt within races they thought should have none.

To find that message we were, for crimes heinous
We replicate the world again and again,
From its single placement.
And there would end their lives,
Empty and wallowing,
To never see the stars.

Hope was lost to them,
And the darker side of facts became dominant,
The universe was too overwhelming,
Knowledge was leading to death,
And it all began to end.
And their reality would cease,
Alien forms, convinced of prints of ill deed
Upon their minds, screams of joy would cry.