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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Machines With Madmen Groaning Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet, Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey, Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses, Like Rodan and Godzilla maiming each other in the frozen spasming countrysides, Giant crazed beasts reciprocating the deafening overtures of contrived violences, Contrived annihilations, a few math equations, and we have the Beast rising from the sea. Here, pour me a glass of your backwashed spittle as it internalizes with basically nothing. It’s time to find the time to describe a time when clocks will rage on like crazed moon dancers, When the girls on the boulevard were cool and accessible in their cruising flirtations. When tanned nomads inside their cool cars found gliding nirvanas, and a bra strap, Amidst the midnight milkshakes and the incredible nude conversations in the backseats of time. Machines with motorized redundancies tap into the central eye where speed finds inertness. Life can be found below the stage on the Thames, river of history, by the Black Friars on Coffee Street. Incense-filled rooms lie mysteriously down a long gloomy walkway around the opaque tree line. Ghosts of codgers and spillmen greet the toothless ladies with bloody knees and rotting finery,. A young bard shakes the hands of broggers and yeomen with dripping quills and pig’s blood. Grind on young thespians! Read your antique lines, not forgetting your monologues dedicated to fear. Grant that the music of the spheres above captures the relative major, with silent egresses to be heard.
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