A Strange Surfeit of Words

This deluge of words runs deep and wide

Flood gates on information and knowledge

Burst open

The real promise of science

Education for All

Fulfilled (the inter-net)

But for all this endless sea

Of words, words, words

The ocean liners of knowledge

Are few and far between

Flotillas of specialists

Cluster the horizon

Problem-theory-solution matrices abound

Archaic construction tools

Empirical verities

Even though the truth of such

Is admittedly

A Chalk Mark in a Rain Storm

Politicians with their pompous verbosity

Scientists with their verbose authority

Priests and God men with their faithless sincerity

Aaaagh!

Enough…

The singers’ all shot thro the heart

Bled dry

Staggering in zombie frames of remembrance

An ancient drum beat

Echoes softly in an angelic whisper

rock-n-roll will never die

Through the prism of time

Floating in the surround sight of his songs

We listen to

A rock-n-roll general:

cancel my subscription to the

resurrection

send my credentials to the

house of detention

I’ve got some friends inside

So, I wept, this is why you did it

I can still see (today)

The Ship of Fools still plying

Their raucous invitation

These blankets we huddle into

Are safer-saner comfort

For an updraft into

Ecstatic reverie