by Hokis, senior editor
Blizzard of a snowy day
A time when
Modern day
Is blanketed
In such a way
It nearly resembles an
Ancient forest of the north
{how did we get here, this disconnected time? where are we headed?}
The caveman beard
Dressed in matching North Face® decor
Blowing snowflakes
Through his thousand dollar
Oiled machine
So he may
Travel at light speed
In his silver, killer bullet
Built to highlight the ancient wheel
All for a barter of
Chlorophyll colored
Inked tree bark
For perfumed lye
And grooming for
That caveman beard
{huh}
{{Insert labeled sketch:
across the street
from the meat eater
scraggly man with plastic shovel
he has no vehicle
Note: let this image put the cannibal on notice}}
Wait,
I have to turn my head.
My leashed wolf
Just did his business
On the ice age remains
Draped over the
Cemented
No longer wormed
Soil
I have to collect it
With an invention that
Will end up binding the inside
Of a to-be-beached whale
So I don’t get a ticket
For biodegradable shit
Sitting on the non-biological
Concrete
{is this where ‘set in stone’ is used to describe a stubborn man?}
Is all this the butterfly effect
Of the chance event
An open window
A summer breeze
A spore of mold
Left to divide and conquer
In the dish
Of an absent minded
Micro level scientist
Away on holiday?
{huh}
What will happen
When the monarch’s disappear?
What will then
Be the butterfly effect
Of the spore-drone
Resting on the
Plastic altar, landing base
As it communicates
Way beyond natural migration distances
Through the quantum world
To life on the moon
