Interstate 80,000ft
The wheels roll off
In syncopation
Coloring the bass spectrum
White with rubber noise
Remixing the road’s peripheral
Panavision lenses drop
Calls flying through the dark
Tunnel forging the white molten
Gut-lines porous with gold
Underneath the heart of iron
Mountains
Fade to black
This invisible interstate
Exists
Eighty thousand feet
A way from the infinite
Ambivalent angels undulate
In the evening’s neon lime-
Light unaware
Their celestial bodies
Evoke a jugular response
Choking down the throats of
Distracted drivers
Flaming swords rain
Spear castrations from a cross
The cosmos hung:
David Lynch and Goliath
Face off in the universe’s
Last great pissing contest
This automotive-o-mated
Transmission from the satellite
Weigh station way out here in
The whatever is left of my self
Interest
Is brought to you
Steaming hot, complete with
Small bits of corn
By no one person in particular
Ever again
Unless this sonic-boom driven
Vehicle for elevated ideas
Hits the stratospheric speedway
Brimming all golden
In the academic undertow
Threatening censure from Hyperion’s ivory
Overlooks of gesticulated underestimation
Collapsing down jagged, fiberglass
Cliffs into a fjord forever
Falling towards the inevitable
Rock bottom
Presuppose is to Prophecy
As Predict is to Postulate
The future
Powers exist beyond
Public understanding
The grins and lies
Are necessary as evil
Unlearn the stacked deck
Cancel the game
Exit the premises and
Return to your homes
Or not one of you
Special, ‘unique’
Go-getters out there
Is getting out of this blood diamond
Bank Heist with a live to spare
You
Fly free of distraction
Another indeterminate atomization of
Tesla’s free energy machine
Genius is worth infinitely
More than an atomic death-ray
Those death-rays
Need plasma screen T.V.’s
Or they won’t sell enough
Units to buy you a Nobel prize
At least not the one your
Peacemaker enemy with the pacemaker
Bomb hidden in his chest will receive
In next week’s Zurich newspaper
The academy blown away
By the brilliant ovation
Standing Pompei statue caskets
Not sure whether I’m at
The last supper
Or the final Judgement
But at least I’m enjoying
The wine
In syncopation
Coloring the bass spectrum
White with rubber noise
Remixing the road’s peripheral
Panavision lenses drop
Calls flying through the dark
Tunnel forging the white molten
Gut-lines porous with gold
Underneath the heart of iron
Mountains
Fade to black
This invisible interstate
Exists
Eighty thousand feet
A way from the infinite
Ambivalent angels undulate
In the evening’s neon lime-
Light unaware
Their celestial bodies
Evoke a jugular response
Choking down the throats of
Distracted drivers
Flaming swords rain
Spear castrations from a cross
The cosmos hung:
David Lynch and Goliath
Face off in the universe’s
Last great pissing contest
This automotive-o-mated
Transmission from the satellite
Weigh station way out here in
The whatever is left of my self
Interest
Is brought to you
Steaming hot, complete with
Small bits of corn
By no one person in particular
Ever again
Unless this sonic-boom driven
Vehicle for elevated ideas
Hits the stratospheric speedway
Brimming all golden
In the academic undertow
Threatening censure from Hyperion’s ivory
Overlooks of gesticulated underestimation
Collapsing down jagged, fiberglass
Cliffs into a fjord forever
Falling towards the inevitable
Rock bottom
Presuppose is to Prophecy
As Predict is to Postulate
The future
Powers exist beyond
Public understanding
The grins and lies
Are necessary as evil
Unlearn the stacked deck
Cancel the game
Exit the premises and
Return to your homes
Or not one of you
Special, ‘unique’
Go-getters out there
Is getting out of this blood diamond
Bank Heist with a live to spare
You
Fly free of distraction
Another indeterminate atomization of
Tesla’s free energy machine
Genius is worth infinitely
More than an atomic death-ray
Those death-rays
Need plasma screen T.V.’s
Or they won’t sell enough
Units to buy you a Nobel prize
At least not the one your
Peacemaker enemy with the pacemaker
Bomb hidden in his chest will receive
In next week’s Zurich newspaper
The academy blown away
By the brilliant ovation
Standing Pompei statue caskets
Not sure whether I’m at
The last supper
Or the final Judgement
But at least I’m enjoying
The wine