The Last Semblance of Sanity

Paraded endlessly, this spectacle the Elephants know to be degrading, And their counterparts from the sea , the Orcas, resist in captivity By refusing to unfurl their proud dorsal fin, stings my eyes like a gnat Lodged in my cortex, no amount of profit seems to dislodge. Waking from my dream, I notice the old man waving to the crowd, Gesturing wildly, as if warning of something no-one has yet seen. Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar, the spectacle increases, with Dogs leaping and biting at the air, and Neptunes, of disproportionate Size, unable (or unwilling) to allow the pain to subside. The viewing platform, constructed entirely of entitlements, teeters Vicariously in the breeze, with the prominent attendees smiling, despite Frostbite, inching up their extended promises. Utilizing “light-track” technology, the time hoppers applaud At pre-determined intervals, a strenuous exercise for sure, Given the time restraints imposed by the counters in the Humbolt Quasar. In this unfamiliar atmosphere, what clean air there is left to breathe Smells pretty bad, like a cake frosted with sulfur. 01/10/11 9:46 pm © All Rights Reserved