Poem 514








Bohemian Rhapsody - Part I
“Heavy Weather”

Oh me, oh my,
good people..
have you heard
The Weather Report?
Perhaps you didn’t..
maybe it was
yet another
secret forecast..
broadcasted
straight into
my Broca’s area
by sacred will
of The Divine..
The All.

Upon the eve
of Sabbath,
on the day of
The Shoshana Moon..
Hell freezes over.
So that means
The Singularity
is nigh upon us..
our divergence
to infinity
is coming soon.

That sounds
just peachy..
but what the fuck
is it supposed
to mean?
How would I know..
I only have it
on the good authority
of God..
who spoke to me
within a dream
inside a dream.

The boundless
source that feeds
straight scientific
fucking gospel facts
into my poor, abused,
and battered brain..
But if I stare into
The Eye of heaven
for too long..
I may just turn
into a gay
and slimy
little snail.

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