POEM FROM THE METAPHYSICAL SALVAGE&SCRAP LANGUAGE YARD (INSOMNIA)
Kenneth DiMaggio
Ever since my atomic age
adolescence chemical guerilla warfare
has been waged against
my subconscious television set
Lysergic
Acid
Dissolution
where did my education disappear
but into an electric TV-screen
of quicksand
Free from history
but not its radioactivity
mutation mutation
come look into the latest toxic spill
to get the true image of your reflection
Ah is that my civilization
sneering back at me from
the gasoline colored muck
coagulating into a lesion
or perhaps wart on the face
of a God that is drowning
There is no sure way to tell
without the eels nibbling
through such holy corpse
Score one for evolution
But when did my soul
become a sewer
for all the plastic Styrofoam
and tin foil addiction of this culture?
When did my synapses
become metaphysically micro waved
with the psychotically rampaging video game?
Zap zap zap
And then a long descending stupor
until you wake up
behind the convenience store dumpster
with a half drunk bottle
of codeine-flavored cough syrup
that is still not strong enough
to erase this insomnia-causing
philosophical question:
How many angels can dance
on the wreck of a burning U.S. Army
Humvee
that started out last century
as the cherry red get away
vehicle
in the high speed Hollywood car chase scene
