Poem for a blogger - By N.L. Belardes
Last Thursday
I stood on a mountain bolt
That struck the side of God.
It ripped through the heavens.
I wore a fancy seatbelt made of Greek dreams.
Three days later I called to see if His side still hurt.
There in the telephone line I heard the drill:
“Earthquake disaster”
“Hide under the table”
“Head in elbows, tucked.”
Tested again.
3rd grade cold war film.
Atomic bombs and cartoon radiation
in my Hostess Twinkie.
It was all in the phone.
Years later it was all in cyberspace.
Net junkies.
Stabbing like Gods in retribution.
Real life car chases.
Paranoid Lords lurking.
Making us wish for video games
and silence.
Black dog rises in a new video game.
Blast the heads off the zombie fucks.
Stab them in the side to release the maggots.
I stood on a mountain bolt
That struck the side of God.
It ripped through the heavens.
I wore a fancy seatbelt made of Greek dreams.
Three days later I called to see if His side still hurt.
There in the telephone line I heard the drill:
“Earthquake disaster”
“Hide under the table”
“Head in elbows, tucked.”
Tested again.
3rd grade cold war film.
Atomic bombs and cartoon radiation
in my Hostess Twinkie.
It was all in the phone.
Years later it was all in cyberspace.
Net junkies.
Stabbing like Gods in retribution.
Real life car chases.
Paranoid Lords lurking.
Making us wish for video games
and silence.
Black dog rises in a new video game.
Blast the heads off the zombie fucks.
Stab them in the side to release the maggots.
This entry was posted by N.L. Belardes, on
Tuesday, January 31, 2006.
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Thats heavy.
that was was an awesomely yet long poem landen it took me three days to finish it. - pyro
landen can't write a poem like that. He can only count using sticks too.
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