Shameless big bang rhymin'
Posted: November 28th, 2007, 2:06 am
Kingdoms on a pin head, pinhead on a king.
Energy matters and roar, in circles with one oar,
to storm the beaches of yore, miss the oceans wet,
the great temptation to owe my creator a debt.
Ah, the times of crime, the crimes of time.
No reason, and too much rhyme.
Into the big bang top ten a mother's love,
in withering caress of murdered gods above,
in exile of cosmic irrelevance, now come clean,
in sunlight down the barrel of a bone machine,
my destitute poetry of philosophy,
dwarf star philosophy of poetry.
Grateful for the road, lust in solution,
vistas under a cushion, spare change in awe.
Split God into particles, into vibration and articles.
Light is too slow past Centauri, and so is the law.
But the aspens still quake in early November,
and a horizon pulls shamelessly, remember.
Energy matters and roar, in circles with one oar,
to storm the beaches of yore, miss the oceans wet,
the great temptation to owe my creator a debt.
Ah, the times of crime, the crimes of time.
No reason, and too much rhyme.
Into the big bang top ten a mother's love,
in withering caress of murdered gods above,
in exile of cosmic irrelevance, now come clean,
in sunlight down the barrel of a bone machine,
my destitute poetry of philosophy,
dwarf star philosophy of poetry.
Grateful for the road, lust in solution,
vistas under a cushion, spare change in awe.
Split God into particles, into vibration and articles.
Light is too slow past Centauri, and so is the law.
But the aspens still quake in early November,
and a horizon pulls shamelessly, remember.
