Listen to the echoes of living silence
That stretch out your cheesecloth veins
Hum along, make up words to sing,
Bust out some cardboard and do the Helicopter
Fry processed byproducts, savor expansion
Let upside-down images splay across fevered rods and cones
Let ancient laughter guide primetime processions:
Kneel, now stand, now chuckle, now run to the restroom
Listen to the rippling sirens at night
Watch rent limbs fly from fiberglass cages
Monitor other pulses, have clean underwear,
And wear the right shoes, just wear the right shoes
Obey pretension, follow along in your hymnal
Now stand, now run to the store, now kneel
Frivolity is key, it gets you through the day
The banal and useless remoras, distractions, trinkets
Sell your island for charms and bracelets,
Savor expansion, deny the seed nothing
Hectic tails, hectic tails, dead Popes smile
You are beatified, and, therefore, beautiful
Progress means finding new places to dump trash
Listen to the beat of mass-market hearts
Infinitely wise, infinitely clever
They'll never steer you wrong.
Author notes
I just have too much time on my hands. Oh, and why the flowers? Just to give you something nice to look at while you read.
Thanks!
- El Gio
Written September 24th, 2003
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splendid
Yes,it is always important to wear clean underwear.
This is a great write.
I loved the flowers.It was very considerate of you to give us flowers to look ate while we read.
Gooday. -
We live in a society that tells us not
to think for ourselves~
A society of pertention~
were we only fool ourselves~
Great poem~Smiles~
~SMILES~Emma -
This world is definitely a pretentious place, or at least in the most civilized societies - if one wants naivete and fair-mindedness, one could go to a third world country, where there isn't enough water, food, medicine, etc. That would put things in perspective for a while, methinks. How's that for frivolity? lol Spoken like a true social worker,eh? lol Great poem, auto, I enjoyed it immensely!
~ becky
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Thanks for your comment on my poem "Being Official." Yes, "Ruth" could mean "mercy", and it also means "friend." I like my name. Anyways...This was another good poem, and I liked the background.
-butterflyflight (a.k.a. Ruth)
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