Perpetual Midnight

Perpetual Midnight

Uncontrollable earworms are
Burrowing into the nether.
Denied their right to a living,
Inhumane and innocent;
They alleviate all suffering.

The extraordinary efforts to
Provide the widows with relief
Yield nothing new under the sun.
As medical tourism is booming
Some are running out of supplies.

Rivalry be damned dammit
Pains were taken.
Surely as the day is long the
Renegade retrogrades
Spasm into control.

Creation.
Hallucination.
Interrogation.
Automation.
Desolation.

If the future holds,
Try as they might to
Immanentize the eschaton
Peace comes only in the morning
And now is perpetual midnight.

Three dogs at a party on a boat at night.

Three dogs at a party on a boat at night.
~ P. D. Eastman

Three dogs at a party on a boat at night.

“Hats have a way of making

A boat ride into an extravaganza”

Thought Green Dog

“I am glad I bought the hats”

Green fretted to himself

“Brown is getting married Saturday

And all Blue wants to do is banjo

I am the only one even trying”

“This tiny boat will come in handy

In case there is a tiny emergency.

I always come prepared.”

Green Dog remarked proudly

“Checkers and yo-yoing at once

Is a skill that not every dog has”

Green Dog boasted to himself

“Blue could never do that”

“I will give Brown a night to remember

If it is the last thing I do.

What happens on boat stays on boat.

That is why I am letting him win.”

“A waning crescent moon overhead.

Blue banjoing some bluegrass.

Brown gets a triple jump.

I am the best Best Dog ever.”

Red velvet hippos with perfect aplomb quaff the mahogany chaffing dish

“Red velvet hippos with perfect aplomb quaff the mahogany chaffing dish.”

Glen Weldon

That is a real dick move hippos.

You think you're better than me?

I may be a blue vinyl alligator with scoliosis but I can quaff.

I can quaff like a freaking sommelier ninja.

The chaffing dish is where I draw the line.

That is grody to the max.

Old water keeping the rice pilaf warm?

Seriously, you could get hepatitis from that bro.

Hippotitis.

I like the sound of that. 

So perfectly contrived.
Keep quaffing.

Hipster Hitler

In the Germanic corner of Brooklyn

Next to a raw food emporium and delicatessen

A Hitler-Mustachioed man
Paints with a toothbrush.

His wrists obviously went to art school

And he is very proud of his boots.

His hair reads like nonsensical nonfiction.

A toupee of truth.

There is always someone almost punching him.

The canvas he works on is stacked on Volkswagen tires

Leaning against a brick wall he does not own.

The swastikas he brushes are ironic only

To people who do not understand irony.

That he wears a uniform is to be expected.
He wants you to expect it.
Though there is no power in those pants
They are dry clean only.

No one laughs at him though they agree he is a joke.

The Holocaust is usually the start of a horrible metaphor.

There is however something Holocausty about his toothbrush art.
It makes one aware of the evil in one's self.
It can make one wish the artist were Holocausted

Because he does it all so knowingly.
So egregiously beyond the pale. [enter whiteness pun]
He wants for his winking to be implied.
Nazis and performance art have superiority in common.

Hitlers of the future are the hipsters of the moment. Or not.  Probably not.