Molecule to Mania
Materialist mistake that which limits life for life itself – Leo Tolstoy
If a man will not believe in God, the danger is not that he will believe in nothing, but that he will believe in anything. G. K. Chesterton.
Note: This next poem is really a song with a tune. (It “came” to me it while working a second night job, in which I experienced that creative “high” that results from sleep deprivation.) It starts like a Gregorian chant and then loosens up and weaves between drunk-punk and the sound of Pewee Herman on speed. Instrumentation calls for sitars and rain sticks, drills and gongs, and the periodic sound of a hand grenade. It is much better sung, but then you would have to pay me a great deal to do it.
In the beginning
was …..
a bI N K.
A band of heated ink
A dark dot in the dark
A bullet in the heart
Of nada.
In the beginning was a point
An un-appointed point
A point without any
point
A point without any light
For the point was very fast,
And the point was very tight
In the weight of its monolithic allness.
ALLL-NESSSS
But then
That which had ever been
Or that that was
Just then, suddenly grew in
Thin
Dense
Hence, it exploded.
Bang ....
BIG BANG!
It sang
It rang, it ran
Like light poured through a fan
Zoooooooooooooming into the cosmos, even
As it was, and caused it.
In time, In time
The stars began to shine
Shimmer, shake, and roll;
Mutate and twine,
climb the periodic table.
And now
After billion and billions of boofs
What bounty that starlight has wrought
Andromeda to Madonna
Stellar ash to sequin
Primordial soup to Campbell’s
Molecule to Mandolin.
Oh,
The stars, the stars
Are shining on TV
And they and we and the screen and the sea
Everything is stellar, everything divine
Everything machine, everything sublime.
Oh --
Pirouette, pantomime
Panty hose and silly rhyme …
All stuffed in that one darn speck
HECK!
Hell – Bliss
Dynamite and diapers
Diaphragms and holsters
Dungarees and dingoes
Calvin and Hawking,
Einstein and Edsel
Mother T. and Mr.
Genocide and monsters
Karl Marx and stalkers,
Pit bulls, and pythons
Monty and mushrooms
Jesus, and generals
Auschwitz and sneakers, creepers and reapers,
This poem and Jeepers!
HAA Ha ha ha ha
All stuffed in that one darrn speck. Oh …
Cars and stars and bars and Mars and toys and boys and
Bills and pills and stores and bores and spores and whores and smores and chores … And wars
All stuffed in that one poor speck
Bang.
Oh,
Carl, Carl
Can you say again, what it is I really am?
I am star – I am spam,
I am chaos come afar
(Shouted) The chaos is all that ever is--or was—
or will be!
AND
The cosmos come aware has taken on a flair for casting life like fire from itself!
Oh look, the sun –
"Hi dad,"
Want to hear a sunny song?
Sunnshine on our shoulder
Makes us happy …
Sunshine on our …
Oh Dear. All full of light, but you can’t hear …
Ohhhh.
I am reason rendered from the non
I am ticking like a bomb.
All is one
and One is all,
I’m beginning to fade into it --
I’m beginning to
wash into iiit
I am ..
I’m beginning to loose it
All.
Doc Op
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