as if the neurons in my brain
joined rank and gave me
a synaptic 'fuck you'
as if the god's turned their backs
while Zeus shot lightening
bolts through my computer screen
as if the Earth gravitated to *her
new lover* Mars while
the saddened Moon
watched from a starlit view
as if the page was the curved
ivory tusk of an untamed mastodon
charging from the left indent
as if the blinking cursor was a dagger
ramming itself into Caesar's back
as if the word processor itself
was a ticking time bomb
with enough explosive force
to rip through the loose-knit fabric
of literary space-time
and as if the words themselves were locked
away in some distant prison,
sitting in death row,
waiting to be executed
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
as if the neurons in my brain
joined rank and gave me
a synaptic 'fuck you'
as if the god's turned their backs
while Zeus shot lightening
bolts through my computer screen
as if the Earth gravitated to *her
new lover* Mars while
the saddened Moon
watched from a starlit view
as if the page was the curved
ivory tusk of an untamed mastodon
charging from the left indent
as if the blinking cursor was a dagger
ramming itself into Caesar's back
as if the word processor itself
was a ticking time bomb
with enough explosive force
to rip through the loose-knit fabric
of literary space-time
and as if the words themselves were locked
away in some distant prison,
sitting in death row,
waiting to be executed
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