Hangover Poem 23 (Return of Darkman)
Posted: November 17th, 2008, 7:04 pm
"Borrowed" from another cyber poet out there..
Apologies in advance...
#23):
Hung upside down by his knees,
out on some transmission tower, moot.
See the whites of clouds before they shoot.
Darkman is one tower short of a desert.
Drama Lama landau, Dalai dali dali.
Rechannel flannel vinyl de-vinyl final.
De-eliminate liquefy liquid liquid statuesque.
Liquid, my god it's all liquid.
Ten thousand volts.
Crackle 'n sway.
Anyway Darkman unwinds,
watches the inverted fusion planet,
strummin' a hum, mappin' its atoms,
and muses, "a beer would be good now",
except he's upside down and it's not October.
Mainly, Darkman is late for work.
And conversely.
Apologies in advance...
#23):
Hung upside down by his knees,
out on some transmission tower, moot.
See the whites of clouds before they shoot.
Darkman is one tower short of a desert.
Drama Lama landau, Dalai dali dali.
Rechannel flannel vinyl de-vinyl final.
De-eliminate liquefy liquid liquid statuesque.
Liquid, my god it's all liquid.
Ten thousand volts.
Crackle 'n sway.
Anyway Darkman unwinds,
watches the inverted fusion planet,
strummin' a hum, mappin' its atoms,
and muses, "a beer would be good now",
except he's upside down and it's not October.
Mainly, Darkman is late for work.
And conversely.
