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The Eye in the Pyramid as represented by The Great Seal of the United States on a dollar bill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
First, this poem is partially inspired by reading The Illuminatus! Trilogy by
Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea. It is a short, metaphysical ramble
of a poem. I hope you enjoy it!
prayers
entreaties
recanted confessions
made in haste
laid to waste
morsel for Yog Sototh
foolish belief
that He had any mercy
or Love
to begin with
English: A short-haired hamster (named “Egbert”) sitting in its owner’s hand and eating a piece of carrot. Français : Un hamster mangeant un morceau de carotte dans les mains de son propriétaire. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
OK, the first verse is a chorus and the rest well you know.
Kinda cheesy but hey!
she gave the hamster freedom, will,
their planet she did carry,
she asked for nothing, nothing still,
was fond of Curly, Moe & Larry
she heard one night
of such a plight,
the plight of the earth dwelling human
she tarried not,
packed up her twat
and bounced toward the fire a-zoomin’
shelters o’er here
casinos there
not a light in the eyes of one human
looked by the size
but zombies and fries
need an a-bomb? call disinfect Truman
no a-bomb she said
just bury the dead
and she cast a peculiar pallor
across, apace,
that great son’s face
she was known for her cunning and valor
coming hither
going tither
the humans all huddled and bonded
twas Gumbytron
who saved the sun
and gave back the joy twas absconded
all humans here
all hamsters there
rejoiced in her beautiful shadow
were filled with awe
from what they saw
they loved her and not cause they had to
12.14.20..12
27 November 2012
Been all over Gumbytron’s Cremation today, and I must say, a fine day it was. Woke up groggy around noon and had my day’s first cigarette. Bugler. Trying to quit the nicotine scene but those darn drones they keep flying 24/7 keep chemtrailing me with subliminal tobacco advertisements.
My sis need me to run and take her kids to their practices so I did that and headed to Downer Town to take a book to an old friend. It was a copy of the Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. I had to read it twice to get the story but definitely want to read it again.
Finished reading my reader’s copy of Bent: Atypical Girl by Teri Louise Kelly and absolutely loved it. Forgot to mention that.
Anyway I went to Downer Town to visit an old friend and we went out to dinner at El Campesino’s and the place was empty on a Tuesday night. Got to have some decent Mexican food and some conversation other than the Buckeyes beating the Wolverines. Actually we talked some deep shit. Theosophy, Chopra, the cellular hypertorus I was down loaded with, the prophetic dreams she would have. You know, usual wizard stuff.
I like wizards.
After that I stopped at my surrogate father unit’s little shack near Huckabuck to have a couple shots of Evan Williams and smoke a hooter. He’s not all plugged in, which I like, and he told me some good drinking stories. He usually does… I reminded him that he was Cronos which he seems to forget when he’s been drinking.
Drive the 22 miles home thinking about the shape of reality I want to see and how it all seems to be happening around me. The moon is full and we are supposed to have a penumbral eclipse but I’ve gone out several times for a cigarette and still haven’t seen the eclipse. Gonna go out have one more smoke and look.
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