The Day Will Come

Smiling at the overlord
With my invisible sword
I cut the umbilical cord.
That separated me from the module and I fell into the void.

A moment of stillness
Perhaps time expanded
And I landed badly: crashed and burned,
But crawled out of the wreckage on all fours.

~

Tuscon, mousse-on,
A late night automobile ride
Through the lights, sights, sounds and smells
Of a large — 21st century cityscape.

Pulsing with
The hopes and dreams and humiliation themes
Of ten million sweaty obscene
Discordant riffing minds.

Friends, mothers, brothers, lovers,
Dopers, copers, mopers, hopers,
Fifty million mammals, a hundred billion insects, a giant heaving biomass,
A seething industry with interesting statistics
But very few working vending machines, oh man.

~

Glide past the walkers and talkers,
Endlessly small minded mortals,
Intent on the acceptance of simplistic nonsense
Because it’s the best deal they think they can get.

Under the shelter
Someone had a melter
And was busy melting
All the hearts and minds.

Talk was of finance
And wine
Since no-one spoke rhyme, at all
There was no way it could last much into the night.

Later, when the mood was better
And the light was easy on the eye
And the wind had come down, the temperature risen
And just a fine rain in the sky.

Then for one lingering spellbound moment
We all stared and stared, as though something was there,
Well there wasn’t, but you know how it goes
Now I can’t get it out of my hair.