dreaming oceans

Dreaming Oceans

I.

The race
was on
the color
red the
creed greed.


They thought
they had
him dead
to rights
but then
he popped
up in
his coffin
exchanging
arias with
Maria Callas.


Around &
around they
went at
78 RPMs.


Was this
the resurrection
of vinyl?


Would that
set things
right again?


Fat chance.


There’s always
something else
they don’t
let you
know about –
the effects
of success
on your
libido the
other men
who slept
with your
wife;
lines drawn
in charcoal
lines on
a mirror
lines on
your face.


A little
annihilation
goes a
long way.

II.

Things went
obsolete
before he
knew they
existed.


He went
back to
his coffin
of his
own free will,
signed &
counter-signed,
forged &
distributed
like a
declaration
of war.


He’s the
last thing
left
standing still.


Soon the
drums will
roll the
natives rise
into the
ozone the
pancreas go
obsolete &
the left
lung along
with it.


All the
monks will
be crucified
meditation will
be outlawed
& the
Big Bang
will be
amplified.


He put
his message
in a
bottle &
tried to
dream up
an ocean.

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