“Billy Krazinski…is a cyborg?”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011 Under: Rhymed Verses

The murmur of thunder guides the streams - power hunger, pride, and greed
Lynch a man with a gatling gun stapled to his arms - it'll justify the means
Floating mega cities over formaldehyde jungles lined with trees
are just a separate function of the bustling slums that lie beneath
I’m here to announce that the time vassals are back home..
turns out bridges between portal worlds have no gargoyle statues or black holes
I, Humanoid, changing the soundtrack to Asimov’s progressive rock
I don’t need respect or props - you can ask Dr. No or Professor Not
Those constellations in the sky are the ones erecting connect the dots
Shadows dance on fungi clots as sunlight projects into splintering cracks
Mercurian city ambience crawls up the cricket minister’s backs
Curdling, acidic morning dew bakes the land of batteries
You can almost see the elasticity of the puppet strings if you shake your hands erratically
Now shake your heads frantically, because you don’t go for known conspiracies
At the center of the labyrinth, this Stronghold; a home grown rose of tyranny
Plot summary: Boy genius rides the tide of time towards rock basaltic range
Future master and commander of his old metallic camper’s positronic brain
Turn on the TV…death…murder…tragedy….drug ransom
House on Haunted Hill…Meerkat Manor…Thug Mansion
I travel with - a clan of middle school clad, would’ve-been adventurers
Chanting aloud: “Rodney King…could’ve been an emperor!”
Faced the temperature, but these visor guards aren’t what they used to be
And loose debris targets my senses like bombardments from Jubilee
Primordial agents of death are discarded to the bluest seas
Artisans of lunacy, ruthlessly harvesting what’s been garnered from the shrewd and weak
Druid sheikhs are either cognitive, or soon to be -
The moon, a green mistress, as the last farthing of the gloom recedes
Revealing crossbred mechanical hybrids with pungent maroon hides
It tried to lasso the moon - The Truman Show prop’s circumference was too wide
Makeshift cardboard raft towards the shore of Carthage, lockjaw commoners
Mother’s at the Missing Robot Bureau reporting a long lost toddler
Indian style boy scout with native flag fragment strung sneakers
Children of the schoolyard - war paint splayed on their young features
It’s the planet of radium giants who overlook the subterraneous surf
Monkey sidekick - virus wiped mankind off the band-aid laden face of the earth

In : Rhymed Verses 

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