The Poet's Silly Daydream
They’re not here to watch
black superstars
abuse a basketball,
they’re not here to cheer Mil Mascaras
kick Hulk Hogan’s ass,
they’re not here
to see an old naked Madonna
crucify her wrinkles,
they’re not here
to gasp when Justin
exposes Janet Jackson’s tit.
No, they’re here to see you read
your latest poem on the Jumbotron,
you’re four dimensional now, baby,
there’s fifty-thousand in the arena
and everyone is standing,
panties are landing on the stage---
your poetry’s on the Jumbotron.
posted by RC @ 1:13 PM
2 Comments:
rc,
great versing!
now that's what I call FEEDBACK all over the stage! (my friends once called them fraternity caps)
heck, jumbotrons now, but in the future we can look forward to megatron and ultramegatron screens which will be visible from all north america, hooked up to a few syncro-orbit satellites.
one down point - viewing won't be possible until sunset each day.
it will turn all of nortemerico into a freaking drive in theater but nobody will need the cars to get there, hah.
how's that for an out-of-the-park spinoff?
Thanks,Max.Hey, your poem "multiplying the enemy" is great!
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