Dr. Deranged Love, or How I Learned to Shrug the Bomb

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, April 12, 2012 Under: Rhymed Verses


Dr. Deranged Love, or How I Learned to Shrug the Bomb



Paradise was exhausted, with rhubarb rocks that seemed to smolder
Peace was over, the tint of the land turned butterscotch from heat exposure
Grungy, hot Korean odors embraced a sodden people’s focus
Every top Parisian soldier smoking black dust with mausoleum locusts
An ugly beauty revealed on the battle field - Coliseum ogress
The demand for fuel disbanded rural honesty, put economies in toasters
Humans dealt a stiff hand in this dichotomy of poker
Snakes in the government decimated the waste but no apologies to cobras
Atomic fetishes, heritage of the imperative
An endless exodus of phantom menaces that did nothing for the intelligent
The breadth of it turned the hue of the planet mescaline
While the man with the red button’s really suffering from restlessness
Framed for emphasis in a fog that deems human beings useless
Hell if I know, but this is the closest thing on this Earth I’ve seen to it
You tell me if it’s a cause for alarm if volcanoes teem with green mucous
Frequencies muted, the sea recedes fluid - no dreamery brews it
Gunning down the red canyon roads in a cheap police Buick
Feel my teeth moving, clothes burnt off… gee, it seems nudist
The sky blazed brown, no more “back in my days” - couldn’t find ways out
How’d my kinsman go from a small house on the prairie to a highway house?
Middleast on the brink of destruction? Just a small word until witnessed
When Iran is real livid & Western powers wield an iron fist that feels limp wristed
A real tempest, you got your wish if you wanted conquest to be in business
Eating military meals in the trenches with facial concealment intensive
Just deal with it simplest if your gas mask has been sealed with the imprint
Of corruption in folklore, they obstructed both doors to negotiable solution
In this under-stocked tornado shelter we’ve been hopelessly entombed in
Deserts, deserts, deserts, deserts, welcome to the new geographical atlas
Maybe we should’ve stuck to waging war with javelins, battle-axes & hatchets
Hate mongers croon as nations launch platoons - the bane of dawn resumed
Nuclear war was imminent, we sought to imitate the craters on the moon!
A literal “big bang” theory that had forsaken all for doom…
This song’s for you - wind dancers of the sparse ephemeral carcass
Messages destined to be read in Seminole lodges
The generals caused it, for general causes -
Casualties: considerable, but still considered “general” losses
Mushroom clouds are merely part of a much larger vegetable garden…

In : Rhymed Verses 



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